Things We Eat for Love…or Money
Last summer, my oldest daughter, excited about her apartment in Logan Square, graciously invited me to buy her dinner at her favorite restaurant, El Cid. Hearing her talk about it, I was optimistic, she was excited about the place, but my heart (and stomach) sank when she said the dreaded words, “Plus, they have great margaritas.” Now, I know we’ve discussed how margaritas are actually served in Mexico, and how they’re perhaps not the sine qua non of crapola genericized Mexican cuisine, but in this case, her applause for this drink was a big red -- or rather lime-colored and salt-rimmed -- flag. I could barely contain my boredom at the lame tacos and other totally standard and uninteresting items I ate that night, but I did, smilingly, because I love my kids and would not crush their dreams with good taste (i.e., mine).
Yesterday, I was with a client, who, in a moment of sluminess inspired perhaps by my company, said “Have time for lunch? Let’s go to Parky’s.” Now, I respect those who have extolled the virtues of this place, but the hot dog I had was about as bad a thing as I’ve ever eaten – it was putrid, vile, not tasteless but with only bad taste, “not even food by my definition of the word.” I forced a smile throughout lunch. Leaving the place, I actually considered stopping by the side of the road and forcing myself to upchuck…but I wasn’t sure this would have been legal and it would surely be unseemly. Instead, I toughed it out and digested the bastard (more or less).
Any how, sometimes I think I should have lunch and dinner only with members of LTH Forum. Then I’d be happy. I think.
Hammond
"Don't you ever underestimate the power of a female." Bootsy Collins