Friday, December 4

The Dining Experience

Being on this business trip affords me the luxury of getting to eat at places I cannot afford. Normally, anyway. Per diem during the week is limited to dinner at the rate of $25. Really, not that bad at all.

But where I eat is of no consequence - what matters to me is if I can sit down and just enjoy the food without any atmosphere. Or flamboyance. Or, as was the case this evening, the "Dining Experience" to be had at the Macaroni Grill in Cerritos.

Admittedly, this was the first time I'd ever been to a Macaroni Grill, in California or Utah. So as my waiter squirted some olive oil in a little bowl and ground some pepper on top of it (less than an hour later I can sense the pepper making demands my gastrointestinal tract will not tolerate), and drew his name on the tablecloth paper, upside down no less, I was ready to bolt and/or scream "Just give me my damn food."


Sounds a bit similar to my shopping habits - I do not shop, I go to stores to buy things. Just ask Marilee.

Yes, the food was superb, don't get me wrong - yes, I know, I'll have a corporate stalker from Macaroni Grill hitting my blog by tomorrow - but I'd rather they leave the ambiance at the door.

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