I don't like eating out.
It's not a major hatred sort of thing, mind you. It's not something that fills me with dread. I just don't care for it. I'll do it when I'm meeting a friend who's passing through town, or if some family member is silly enough to want to celebrate some major milestone in their life in a restaurant; but eating in restaurants is something I endure, rather than enjoy.
There are reasons for this.
One is that for all of my working life until recently, I had jobs in which I worked in the field and often had to meet with clients at restaurants, and somewhere along the line it stopped being fun. I'll do it when I have to, but I would never go to a full-service restaurant specifically for the experience of doing so.
Another reason is that I'm a pretty good cook and actually can cook most stuff I've eaten at restaurants better than they can. I also like spicy food, and it's a rare restaurant that can match my taste for Scoville units. And if you ask for a bottle of hot sauce at most places, all they have is wimpy stuff (if they have any at all).
The unwillingness of some restaurants to substitute is also annoying. I have diabetes and have to take it easy on the carbs, but most restaurants pile the plates with potatoes, pasta, rice, etc., and many don't like doing substitutions, or make you pay some ridiculous amount like $3.00 for a side of string beans instead of the twelve pounds of mashed potatoes that come with the meal.
I also hate waiting, and eating out is mainly about waiting. Wait to be seated. Wait for the server to bring you the menu. Wait again for the server to take your order. Wait for each of the courses. Wait for the check. Wait for the server to come back with the charge slip. I hate it.
And then there are dress codes. When I sold my consulting business, I donated my ties and all of my dress clothes to Goodwill, along with any pants that were made of anything except denim, any socks that weren't white, and any shirt that had an actual collar unless it was made of flannel. I wear blue jeans and pullover shirts, white socks, and the same model of comfortable black shoes that only Payless sells (I buy them two pairs at a time when they're on sale) that I've been wearing for about the past six years, everywhere I go.
If my wardrobe is not acceptable at some place, then I don't go. I have attended weddings, church services, court proceedings, and funerals dressed in my chosen style of attire, and I have never had a bride, groom, preacher, judge, or corpse complain about it. So why would I dress up to please some Maitre D? Not gonna happen.
Finally, I've had occasion to see the insides of a lot of restaurant kitchens. Nuff said about that.
So suffice it to say that I don't like eating out, and I have my reasons. I do, however, like eating at buffets more than at full-service restaurants because buffets dispense with enough of the things I hate about eating out that if the food is decent, I can actually enjoy the experience. In fact, a good buffet is about the only kind of eating out that I'll do for the sheer joy of doing so.
Is that a crime?
I mean, one would think that I have a right to not enjoy eating out, except at buffets. But nooooooooo. My whole family and most of my friends seem to be conspiring to force me to eat out at every restaurant they find -- except buffets, which they know I like, but which they can't accept. They seem determined to change this by dragging my sorry old assets to every new full-service restaurant they come across.
Don't get me wrong: I appreciate the fact that they still like me enough to want to share these great finds with me. And hey, as long as they're paying, at least I get a freebie meal out of it; so it's not all bad.
But why is it so difficult for them to accept that there are people like me who don't enjoy having to get dressed up and burn gas in order to wait repeatedly, and pay, to select from a limited menu, food that they can make better at home?
Am I the only one?
Is there some rule I am breaking?
Is it a law?

Thanks. I feel better now.
-Rich
It's not a major hatred sort of thing, mind you. It's not something that fills me with dread. I just don't care for it. I'll do it when I'm meeting a friend who's passing through town, or if some family member is silly enough to want to celebrate some major milestone in their life in a restaurant; but eating in restaurants is something I endure, rather than enjoy.
There are reasons for this.
One is that for all of my working life until recently, I had jobs in which I worked in the field and often had to meet with clients at restaurants, and somewhere along the line it stopped being fun. I'll do it when I have to, but I would never go to a full-service restaurant specifically for the experience of doing so.
Another reason is that I'm a pretty good cook and actually can cook most stuff I've eaten at restaurants better than they can. I also like spicy food, and it's a rare restaurant that can match my taste for Scoville units. And if you ask for a bottle of hot sauce at most places, all they have is wimpy stuff (if they have any at all).
The unwillingness of some restaurants to substitute is also annoying. I have diabetes and have to take it easy on the carbs, but most restaurants pile the plates with potatoes, pasta, rice, etc., and many don't like doing substitutions, or make you pay some ridiculous amount like $3.00 for a side of string beans instead of the twelve pounds of mashed potatoes that come with the meal.
I also hate waiting, and eating out is mainly about waiting. Wait to be seated. Wait for the server to bring you the menu. Wait again for the server to take your order. Wait for each of the courses. Wait for the check. Wait for the server to come back with the charge slip. I hate it.
And then there are dress codes. When I sold my consulting business, I donated my ties and all of my dress clothes to Goodwill, along with any pants that were made of anything except denim, any socks that weren't white, and any shirt that had an actual collar unless it was made of flannel. I wear blue jeans and pullover shirts, white socks, and the same model of comfortable black shoes that only Payless sells (I buy them two pairs at a time when they're on sale) that I've been wearing for about the past six years, everywhere I go.
If my wardrobe is not acceptable at some place, then I don't go. I have attended weddings, church services, court proceedings, and funerals dressed in my chosen style of attire, and I have never had a bride, groom, preacher, judge, or corpse complain about it. So why would I dress up to please some Maitre D? Not gonna happen.
Finally, I've had occasion to see the insides of a lot of restaurant kitchens. Nuff said about that.
So suffice it to say that I don't like eating out, and I have my reasons. I do, however, like eating at buffets more than at full-service restaurants because buffets dispense with enough of the things I hate about eating out that if the food is decent, I can actually enjoy the experience. In fact, a good buffet is about the only kind of eating out that I'll do for the sheer joy of doing so.
Is that a crime?
I mean, one would think that I have a right to not enjoy eating out, except at buffets. But nooooooooo. My whole family and most of my friends seem to be conspiring to force me to eat out at every restaurant they find -- except buffets, which they know I like, but which they can't accept. They seem determined to change this by dragging my sorry old assets to every new full-service restaurant they come across.
Don't get me wrong: I appreciate the fact that they still like me enough to want to share these great finds with me. And hey, as long as they're paying, at least I get a freebie meal out of it; so it's not all bad.
But why is it so difficult for them to accept that there are people like me who don't enjoy having to get dressed up and burn gas in order to wait repeatedly, and pay, to select from a limited menu, food that they can make better at home?
Am I the only one?
Is there some rule I am breaking?
Is it a law?

Thanks. I feel better now.
-Rich
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