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…
5 comments:
I don't eat out very often for the same reasons. Though, I do sometimes like to go to the coffee shop by the sea with a friend and get a tall glass of fresh-squeezed orange juice. I get to smell the salt air and watch the jackdaws while we talk.
Ah, now, coffee shops are different. I do go to coffee shops, but only for coffee. I never buy those little confections they sell at exorbitant prices. There's something about the smell and ambience of a good coffee shop, and they have a cultural history as meeting places going back several hundred years (maybe more in places where coffee has been available longer.)
The jackdaws in my garden are a bit of a nuisance, but I'm more tolerant of them than the other nuisances. I like the sharp eye and positive body language they have.
They're agreeable almost on a cellular level, strangely enough. And yes, always a big 'no' to any non-beverage items they sell. I don't even drink coffee anymore, so I have to pick places that I know make other healthful alternatives, hence the oj. I absorb as much coffee as possible through its scent, hah.
Are they? What a shame. I'd never seen them until I moved here, and whenever I do now, I can't help but smile. They've, as you sort of said, got very positive energy. The sounds they make are very sweet, too.
I heard something interesting once (from a fairly authoritative source.) Apparently, all the English names for the different species of crow come from the Nordic (Viking) names, and they're phonetic representations of the sounds the birds make.
Hmm, I could see that. Or rather, hear it. Hah!
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