We haven’t had great luck with restaurants these past few days. We did go out for Italian for John’s birthday (yay us for going out!), but the food at the restaurant we picked (which was supposed to be a good one) was just okay. Then for lunch the next day, well, we had brunch the next day, but even the bottomless mimosas couldn’t make up for dry fried chicken with boring gravy over biscuits (the biscuits were fine).
But yesterday, we were downtown in the evening to check out some synthesizer stuff for John, and we had dinner at this Korean place I’ve had my eye on. THIS place is good. No cooking at the table, but hey, that’s less work for us. I had bibimbap and John had bulgogi, and everything was really good.
I am relieved. A string of disappointing restaurants is almost as bad as a string of disappointing books. But really, it’s a sign that I should go to the grocery store. If I’m going to be disappointed by a meal, it might as well be one I cooked myself.