I love eating out. It started when I was a kid. Dinners at Shoney’s or Western Sizzlin’. As a teenager I’d leave the Laurel High School campus (not exactly legally) for a run to Chik Fil A or McAllister’s. In college, Sundays meant long late brunches at Clydes and J. Paul’s in Georgetown.
Now—make it Mexican, Hibachi, Burgers and Blues or Babalu, Broadstreet, Bravo or The Manship—I’ve met very few restaurants I didn’t like.
There’s something exciting about eating around a lot of other people. Choosing anything you want off a menu. And not having to clean up the kitchen:)
If it didn’t get so expensive and often unhealthy (big portions 😍), I’d like do nothing but eat out.
Hartley, thank goodness, also loves a restaurant. Give her a high chair, some people to watch and, i possible, macaroni and cheese and my girl is good to go.
Table for two and half, please:)