Truthful Tuesday — Food vs Service

Frank, aka PCGuy, has published another one of his Truthful Tuesday posts. This past weekend in the U.S. was Labor Day weekend, and that means a lot of people had a three-day weekend. This week Frank wants to know…

When it comes to dining out, does superb quality of food make up for subpar service, or does stellar service make up for lackluster food?

It’s been at least a year and a half since I actually went to a restaurant and sat down for a meal that was served to me. Most of the restaurant-prepared meals we’ve had since March 2020 have been either take-out or delivery. And given that, the quality of the food is the only measure we use when evaluating a restaurant.

Thinking back to the Before Days, when we would often go out to eat at a restaurant, our primary reason for dining out at a restaurant was for the food. I agree that poor service can diminish the dining experience no matter how good the food. But stellar service does not make up for a poorly prepared meal or for food that tastes sub-par.

So, in summary, it’s all about the food

Share Your World — 9/6/2021

For this week’s Share Your World prompt, Melanie wants to know…

Do you believe in soulmates? (Melanie defines a ‘soulmate’ as the IDEAL romantic partner.)

This may sound antithetical to Melanie’s definition of soulmate, but I believe that finding your “soulmate” is a matter of timing, attitude, and situation. Your “soulmate” often turns out to be the person you’re with when you’re ready to make a “lifelong” commitment to someone, and when your attitude and situation makes that the feel like the right thing to do.

Of course, the sliver of romanticism that exists in me admits that such timing, attitude, and situation may come together because you have found your soulmate.

What are three scents you like?

Coffee brewing, fresh popcorn, and freshly baked goods.

What are some things that you might be considered too old to do, but that you enjoy?

So is the question about things I enjoy doing but I no longer can do because I’m too old? Or is it about things I still do — and enjoy doing — even though some may believe I’m too old to be doing them?

If it’s the former, most such activities involve a combination of diminished reflexes and potentially more brittle bones that old age brings. Things like downhill skiing or motorcycle cruising. If it’s the latter, even as a septuagenarian, I’m still into bicycling and hiking.

What is one food you absolutely refuse to share?

I have no food that I refuse to share with anyone else. In fact, if there is a particular type of food that I love, I will encourage others to take a taste. I’m just that kind of a guy. 😉

Truthful Tuesday — Whether the Weather

Frank, aka PCGuy, has published another one of his Truthful Tuesday posts. This week Frank wants to know whether the weather affects what we like to eat. He asks…

Whether it’s soups, stews, or chili, are there certain foods that you consider “winter fare,” only suitable when the temperature dips low enough to turn the furnace on, or do you just eat whatever whenever?

Before I moved to the East Bay last year around this time, I used to live in San Francisco. One of the characteristics of San Francisco’s weather is that there’s not much of a difference between summer and winter. Yes, occasionally that city will have a hot day in the summer or a chilly day in the winter, but for the most part, summer highs rarely exceed 70 and winter lows rarely dip below 40.

So the short answer to Frank’s question is no, I don’t consider certains foods to be “winter fare” or “summer fare.” I’ll eat whatever whenever.

That said, where I live now — 35 miles to the east of San Francisco across the San Francisco Bay — has definitive seasons. It hits the upper 90s to the low 100s on most days during the summer months and can get down to the low 30s in the winter.

And yet, I will still enjoy a piping hot bowl of chili even in the heat of the East Bay summers and still eat a half pint of Ben & Jerry’s Stephen Colbert’s Americone ice cream for dessert on most nights even in the dead of winter.

Fandango’s Dog Days of August #10

Fandango’s Dog Days of AugustDo you need a muse to get your creative juices flowing during these hot, sultry days of August? Try a dose of Fandango’s Dog Days of August prompt.

At 6:00 am Pacific time each day this month, I will be posting a new theme. Today’s theme is “your favorite food.” Is it an appetizer? An entree? A dessert? A snack? What is your favorite thing to eat? Or maybe it’s food for thought, for the soul, for the mind? Share a story, a poem, a photo, a drawing, some music, or whatever you wish to share about your favorite food.

If you wish to participate, please write your post, use the tag #FDDA, and create a pingback to this post or manually add your link in the comments.

And, of course, take some time to read the other responses to this prompt. See how other bloggers are coping with the dog days of August.

SoCS — Out, Out Damn Spot

EA0786EC-704A-4A1C-903E-A7250D007704Linda G. Hill has asked us to write about the word “spot” for this week’s Stream of Consciousness Saturday prompt. All I had to do was look down at my shirt to know what to write about.

I admit that I am a food slob. No, that’s not a typo. I meant food slob and not food snob. Food has a magnetic-like attraction to my shirts. Rarely am I able to complete a meal without leaving telltale signs of that meal on my clothing. I think I missed that day in school when they taught us how to maneuver a food-filled fork or spoon from a plate to the mouth without dropping something on one’s shirt.

My wife puts some sort of powerful spot remover on my shirts (or pants) to get rid of those food stains. Unfortunately, even after pre-treating my shirts with her miracle spot remover, many of my shirts come out of the washing machine with faded spots of carelessly dropped foods still visible.

It’s embarrassing to be having dinner with people (other than my wife, who has come to accept all the food spots on my shirts) when others spot my food stain spots.

But one of the very few good things about the coronavirus pandemic and having to stay at home, is that virtually all of my meals since early March have been at home, where only my wife is a witness to my unique ability to wear what I eat after nearly every meal.

I’m almost dreading the day when I’ll be permitted to go out and dine at a restaurant around other people. First of all, given the various food stains and spots on nearly all the shirts I currently own, I’ll have to buy some new ones to wear outside of my home.

Since I’m too old to wear a bib, I feel like I ought to be proactive and label my shirts in advance.70122359-C570-4C42-ACF2-8B0E7D73A7DF