One of the trickier decisions you face when you're on the road in a strange country is where to eat.
In the past I've mainly walked round looking for where the locals hang out and followed their example. It's still a reasonable plan but after a visit to France when taking that approach in Avignon resulted in possibly the worst meal I've ever eaten - I'm sure the locals went to that cafe only to drink - I've been on the look-out for something more.
In Avignon we asked the nice young ladies on reception at our hotel for advice on where to go for dinner and got a couple of fantastic meals as a result. That remains an option, too, but it can be a bit awkward if the hotel has a restaurant, not all hotel staff are so helpful and all too often they aren't locals anyway.
I also went off that approach a bit after an incident in Chile where the locals urged me to go to the Central Fish Market in Santiago, Chile, and try the giant southern barnacle. As a result I had to eat a huge pot of tasteless, sandy rubber.
My latest idea, which evolved during a recent trip to England and Greece where we ate mainly in pubs and tavernas, is to focus as much on the kind of meal as on the eatery.