Niagara Visitor wrote:Out for lunch with my son today, I had a crab "burger" on a pretzel bun and a great salad. And a wine spritzer. YUMM! Fisherman son occasionally calls about a lunch out. One day he said that I'm sometimes more fun to go out with than his wife, because I'll go to any restaurant he likes, and I'm willing to try anything. He's very adventuresome, Lisa is not. Burger was great, big, salad came home for supper.
I know just what he means, Lore, as I eat just about anything. There are certain things I'm not crazy about (Indian food comes to mind -- too much soft texture stuff) but I can always find something I want to order no matter what restaurant I go to. Of course, it's kind of hard to find a bad meal here unless one goes to a chain restaurant -- something that always amazes me in a city full of tons of restaurants, from the fanciest to the very small ones or ones that serve only take out food as they have no room for tables! Why anyone would go to a chain even every so often puzzles me -- my husband and his wife like Appleby's and I call the food they serve "dollhouse food" -- it looks really nice when they bring the platter full of it but it tastes like you're chewing something that was made of dried up sawdust, with no flavor or seasonings whatsoever. Of course, my SIL is a terrible cook, really terrible. And to say she's not adventurous is a gross understatement!
When I worked out in Metairie years ago, a suburb of New Orleans, often a group of women at the firm I worked for would ask me if I wanted to join them for lunch. When they said they were going to such and such chain, I would tell them I'd pass, as I didn't care for the food there. I can't tell you how often the reply was, "Yeah, I know but they really give you a lot!" Another mind boggling phrase, as who the heck wants A LOT of bad food! I'd rather pick up a burger or a chicken sandwich at a Ralley's or other fast food burger joint than eat in one of those chains, as I end up shaking my head at what my share of a lousy meal came to! I always think something like, "Man, I could've spent less and bought a chuck roast or a Boston butt and we could've eaten it and the leftovers for probably 3 days.