Oh, boy, I'm in trouble now.
I love eating out, but sometimes I just don't feel like the effort. I mean, geez, you have to get dressed. And drive. And wait. And be around people on days you'd just rather not.
So I stopped by Demo's, our local Greek restaurant, over the weekend to pick up some baklava to take to a friends house (we'd been invited over for wine/dessert), and nabbed one of their paper menus on the way out.
I found the crumpled menu earlier today, and just by chance stopped to look at it. I discovered that they have delivery, and it's handled by a company called EatOutIn. Not only Demo's, but EIGHTEEN area restaurants have delivery via these guys. WHY DID I NOT KNOW ABOUT THIS??? Italian. Chinese. Greek. American. Indian. All sorts of food. Easy online ordering. So I'm sitting here happy because I have fried calamari, baked formaggio (cheeses with kalamata olive relish) stuffed mushrooms, toasted ravioli, yummy bread, etc on the way to my house.
Holy Mother of Pajamas and Slippers, I could get used to this idea! Maybe I'll slap it on the good china, sprinkle some crumbs and olive oil on the counters, and convince MrP I slaved all day.
So I stopped by Demo's, our local Greek restaurant, over the weekend to pick up some baklava to take to a friends house (we'd been invited over for wine/dessert), and nabbed one of their paper menus on the way out.
I found the crumpled menu earlier today, and just by chance stopped to look at it. I discovered that they have delivery, and it's handled by a company called EatOutIn. Not only Demo's, but EIGHTEEN area restaurants have delivery via these guys. WHY DID I NOT KNOW ABOUT THIS??? Italian. Chinese. Greek. American. Indian. All sorts of food. Easy online ordering. So I'm sitting here happy because I have fried calamari, baked formaggio (cheeses with kalamata olive relish) stuffed mushrooms, toasted ravioli, yummy bread, etc on the way to my house.
Holy Mother of Pajamas and Slippers, I could get used to this idea! Maybe I'll slap it on the good china, sprinkle some crumbs and olive oil on the counters, and convince MrP I slaved all day.