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Wednesday, November 18, 2009

SHOVE A FRENCH FRY IN MY MOUTH

If I need to read another menu, I may throw up.

"Eating out" has always meant one thing, and one thing only to me.

Fast food.

I mean, the drive-thru at McDonald's is not at my house, right? Taco Bell is what you bring HOME from someplace else. And Pizza Hut delivers.

But a restaurant where you sit on a chair, a waiter or waitress takes your order, a cook cooks it, it is served on a ceramic plate... well, that's not eating out. That is going to a restaurant.

And a restaurant puts together things that the restaurant feels goes together well - and it cooks the items in a manner that the restaurant obviously believes people are willing to pay for.

The last two days, everything I have eaten, someone else has prepared and I have consumed it while perched on some wooden piece of furniture.

And I am dying for some greasy, fatty, unhealthy food that is sold to you while you are sitting in your car along with a 64 oz. plastic, non-recycle able huge cup of caffeine-saturated soda.

1 comments:

Annette said...

I often avoid sit-down restaurants just because I don't want to pay an extra 20% tip...I'm cheap! Once in a while I do enjoy it though...tip and all.