Ruined For The Ordinary World

Most people go to restaurants to get a memorable culinary experience.
I prefer to wait around until my kitchen gets transformed from the family office/ short order cook station into this feast for every available sense.

It happens every other friday, and taste buds never go away disappointed.

So, last Friday when it was not tapas week; Brian and I went out for dinner to redeem a gift certificate that had gotten buried in my wallet.

Sure, it was nice to go into an environment that someone else had cleaned and prepared. It was nice to have someone bring things to our table. But all it really did was to confirm my suspicions that I have been ruined for the ordinary world, and my taste buds have become spoiled little emporer brats.

Besides, when I eat out at home; I also get to cuddle with the chef...