A sentimentalist dines out
The spot we first met, 18 months later minutes before we got married.

A sentimentalist dines out

The spot we first met, 18 months later minutes before we got married.
The spot we first met, 18 months later and minutes before we got married.

Recently, I have been eating out less and less. Mainly due to most of the “great” local restaurants not taking reservations and having a 2 hour wait. It’s beyond annoying to wait that long on a Tuesday for dinner. We however, still find ourselves dining out about once a week and tend to gravitate towards those places with the most sentimental value. Do you do that with restaurants? You know how when you hear a certain song, it takes you back to a specific time or feeling or person? Well, I do that with restaurants too. There’s the place we first met…which became the place we “wedding bombed”. We showed up for dinner and quietly were pronounced at our table of 5 between the entree and dessert. There’s the place we had our first date…which became the place Adam proposed. The place that catered my fashion week event last year and the place I would get coffee and breakfast tacos when I used to set up Manic Trout on South Congress. New places are added to the list all the time…the place I hired my current assistant has only held that title for a few months now. Some I never even eat at anymore…like the place we got married. I’m not in love with the food, but every time we drive by it, I announce why it’s special to me. I actually recite wistfully what sentimental power is held by a restaurant every time I eat there, see it or think of it. Some people like to think back only on all of the delicious food they enjoyed in a place, but I find myself remembering just as fondly, all of the wonderful people, conversations and mile stones that happened while we were there more than the food.

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