The appeal of restaurants is a mystery to me. I don’t do restaurants for three reasons:
1) It strikes me as weird in the extreme to pay somebody a large sum of money to prepare food for me, when I’m perfectly capable of preparing it for myself at a fraction of the cost.
2) I don’t remember ever having had anything in a restaurant that I liked more than what I prepare at home.
3) Unless you inspect the establishment’s kitchen, you haven’t a clue what you’re getting or in what conditions it’s been cooked.
No thanks; I’ll stick with what I know and like, and save the money. The culture, of course, tells me that I’m missing out on one of life’s most engaging experiences. Oh, well…