In which I ponder restaurants

by Mark Larson in


Chopped liver Eating out can be incredibly frustrating. Take this dinner at Shaun's. Good chopped liver. Followed by a well-prepared pork dish that I forget. Decent? Yes. Worth the price? Hell no. Like I did when considering finishing books vs. finishing movies, here's some idle theorizing on why I often walk out of restaurants disappointed:

  • I choose crappy restaurants vis-à-vis my preferences (strong, spicy flavors in high volume in a casual atmosphere).
  • I have absurd expectations.
  • I am bad at ordering. (I wouldn't discount this one.)
  • I have shitty taste buds.
  • I'm generally not given to extreme opinions, but experience most things as more or less average. Thus, I feel disappointment when my expectations are validated at an high price.
  • I don't have the technical/aesthetic knowledge to appreciate the skill that goes into sourcing, preparing, and serving a fine dish.
  • Truly exceptional meals are just as rare for the cooks themselves are they are for us, cooking at home. I like this theory a lot, myself. Nobody can be transcendent on a daily basis. For many folks in the kitchen, it's just a job. They may absolutely love it, sure, but they do it 40+ hours a week. You can't expect awesome hundreds of times every month.

I'm open to other theories. In the meanwhile, I should probably just skip out on the bar food and fancy crap, and see what I can find eating out on Buford Highway.