Restaurant Ramblings
Last night, Gary, Shane, and I went out to dinner. We ended up going to Assagio, a semi-swank, Itallian restaurant, followed by a trip to another fancy restaurant, 1200 Bistro, for dessert. I enjoyed the company but, as usual, those types of restaurants leaves me cold.
I don't like fine dining establishments. The attitude is usually a bit too pretentious and hoity-toity, like the people dining there think they are somehow special and 'deserve' to be treated differently than the rest of humanity. The food is usually a little better than the 'lowbrow' restaurants I prefer, but not so much to justify the price. The portions are often smaller and the service is never much better, the waiters just memorize the specials instead of reading them off to you.
Give me a hip, quirky, independent hole-in-the-wall where all people are welcome, somewhere with character in which the tattoo set, the artsies, the yuppie/guppies, and the non-caucasian patrons are all represented instead of a bunch of white tablecloths surrounded by the ubiquitous snooty, dress for success types any day.
I don't like fine dining establishments. The attitude is usually a bit too pretentious and hoity-toity, like the people dining there think they are somehow special and 'deserve' to be treated differently than the rest of humanity. The food is usually a little better than the 'lowbrow' restaurants I prefer, but not so much to justify the price. The portions are often smaller and the service is never much better, the waiters just memorize the specials instead of reading them off to you.
Give me a hip, quirky, independent hole-in-the-wall where all people are welcome, somewhere with character in which the tattoo set, the artsies, the yuppie/guppies, and the non-caucasian patrons are all represented instead of a bunch of white tablecloths surrounded by the ubiquitous snooty, dress for success types any day.