The inspiration for this post is a recent dining experience where I could smell the bathroom air freshener from our table in the dining room. The scent was so strong that I could taste it in my mouth when we walked outside after the meal. This post is also inspired by our favorite restaurants who make us feel at ease and serve great meals time and again.
In no particular order, here are 12 things restaurants do that I love and hate:
I wrote a similar post about grocery stores in 2015.
Back in November 2017, I wrote about three places located along E. Lake Street in the Longfellow neighborhood of Minneapolis that we really like.
We still like these places and would like to add two more to our growing list of favorites:
We found ourselves on a whirlwind trip to San Antonio when Jake won a contest a work.
The main point of the trip was to see the Final Four basketball games, so we spent most of the evenings at the AlamoDome. However, the schedule did allow some time to relax and choose our own adventures in the spaces between.
Starting at the MSP Airport Humphrey Terminal’s Barrio, I made it my goal to eat so much guacamole that it would be disgusting. Everywhere we went, I ordered guacamole. It was great.
Drive all the way down I-35 from Minnesota and you will end up in Laredo, Texas. BBQ, country music, sunshine, an abundance of guacamole, Mexican and Tex Mex food, warm greetings. . .maybe I’m just a little bit Texan?
Our visit to Chinese Dragon was completely unplanned. We had spent the evening at Vikre (again!) and Hoops Brewing where Jake met his nemesis.
Jake’s one of those people to whom strangers spontaneously share their life stories. I don’t know if it’s his energy or open face. On the other hand, strangers never unload their life’s stories on me I’m kind of OK with that. As a woman, I’ve had enough creepy encounters just trying to go about my day-to-day business. Therefore, I try to employ an effective “fork off face” running errands or walking through the skyways (expressed in the style of Eleanor Shellstrop).
Sometimes the greatest act of self-love is ordering your own appetizer platter for dinner.
Appetizer platters always make me think of this girl I knew from college named Trina. I hated Trina for really only reason, mostly involving an appetizer platter. To celebrate the end of a big project, a group of us dressed-up and met at Olive Garden. We attended a small college in rural Iowa and an evening at Olive Garden was an event. I decided to let loose and do something I’d always wanted to do: Order an appetizer platter as an entree.
The main reason I ordered the appetizer platter was because it contained a portion of calamari. Trina, my seat mate, was also excited I ordered the appetizer platter and suggested we share meals. Back then, I wasn’t confident saying “no,” so I reluctantly agreed. Trina ordered something completely unremarkable that I can’t remember and then she ate most of my calamari. I watched in horror as her hand kept reaching over, grabbing ring after ring. “I just love calamari!” she gleefully exclaimed.