Now a resident of Portland, OR, where delicious food of all kinds can be had for very little money, I have really super high standards. What used to pass for sit-down restaurant quality food in my old home can only pass for trash can-filler here. Excuse me, for "biodegradable food waste" since we separate our garbage like civilized people.
A cynic since birth, I have the talent of having almost nothing nice to say about anything ever. Honed by a college career of learning to analyze things (and a really unfortunate job market thereafter), whatever you love, I hate. Really good book? God it was boring. Did you like that movie? I did not.
My husband is much the same; with no kids and a surplus of money which isn't going to student loans in any great quantity (because screw that) we eat at restaurants a lot. And we're gonna make fun of them. Even the ones you like.
Don't say I didn't warn you.
R
P.S. Thanks to Dad, for the blog title name.