Allow me to share a secret. The day I’m no longer a hired mouth is the day I plan to eat exactly as I wish.

I expect to go wherever I want, not necessarily the new hot spot or an old restaurant that someone told me is better or worse than it used to be. And I look forward to eating mostly at the bar, counters being more convenient. Typically, you don’t need reservations for them, and if I’m solo, there’s the option of engaging or not with those around me. Unlike at a table in the dining room, no one cares if you request a single plate or many at the bar.

When I’m on my own dime and time, I also anticipate following my heart’s content and ordering nothing but appetizers.

What a dream! A few bites of something hopefully delicious followed by several more bites of something completely diff

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