Sad Culinary State of Affairs
So this is where I find myself. The only place I've eaten out in the last month was Pizzeria Uno, which is just a 10 minute walk from my apartment. The saddest thing about that is I really enjoyed it, in a notch-above-diner-food sort of way. Their fish-and-chips is pretty good (is that sacrilege?), with a thick, crunchy crust and moist, white, bland fish underneath. I had chicken breast stuffed with spinach, broccoli and some kind of gooey white cheese.
There's a soft spot in my heart for desserts at these chain restaurants. Sometimes you don't want some fusty, pretty little dessert, but instead a made-in-America over-the-top confection. Hot fudge sauce and piles of whipped cream are always included. This one was a giant, flat, warm, soft chocolate chip cookie topped with ice cream and the aforementioned accoutrements. Yum.
I have an excuse for this state, though: my new baby. I haven't been willing to go far from him yet, and I don't know how I feel about taking him to a restaurant. But I am determined that this isn't the end of good eating for me. It's just going to be more of an effort.