|The Bad Food Pyramid that IS my life right now...|
This kind of separation from my home and (what I consider to be) the greatest city on Earth, just makes my heart grow even fonder for New York. Not only do I miss my husband and my little bouncy baby boy, but I'm also missing the abundance of food choices and delivery options that just aren't available in Anywhere, USA.
I have noticed that anytime I'm outside the city - I'm in the epicenter of TGIFriday's and Chili's restaurants. While we have them in Midtown too, here, in suburbia they reign as king.
And there's no such thing as delivery, either... only for pizza. That's your choice: pizza delivery or get in your car to go to a hoard of chain restaurants.
Local spots have some intrigue, but they all have the same dumpy interiors and the dull choices of sandwiches and hush puppies. There's no ambiance or excitement in food -and if you mention anything that sounds healthy, you get a blank stare or a look like you have a third eyeball. Seriously, "healthy, organic choices" are bad words here. I actually had a waitress tell me that the healthier choice on the menu had low-fat cheese that was "possibly made of soy, but I'm not a cook." Sure. That's great. I'll pass.
"Do you have a gluten free option?" is another question that prompts a waiter to stop, drop and look for a dictionary.
If it's not fried or smothered in some sort of gravy, no one here would classify it as food.
And then there's the Eat and Get Out of the Restaurant in Record Time mentality. Geez. I can't remember even being asked to look at the dessert menu since I got here. Once, when I asked to look at the menu... Jokingly, I asked the waitress if they had French Press - knowing FULL well that they had no idea what that might even be... but it was worth the blank stare before she had me look at the Oreo cheesecake that was their specialty.
I'm in search of something worth writing about -something that would be interesting to my lost and almost forgotten tastebuds.
That's not going to happen until I return back to Manhattan (yes, I know - it's a rhyme).
Please keep me in your thoughts, dear food lovers. I miss you. I miss you all.