I think I have become too picky when it comes to food. Last night N and I had a perfectly lovely evening to celebrate out 8th wedding anniversary a day early, but we had very few good things to say about the meal. We opted to try somewhere new although we were headed in the direction of our favourite Cambridge restaurant (Teri-Aki). Instead we stopped for tapas at a place that has always seemed busy when ever we wandered by in the past. There was a pleasant enough atmosphere and the menu seemed enticing, but when the food arrived we felt quite disappointed. The spinach, avacado and pinenut salad was watery and tasteless. The langostines were over-cooked and tasteless. The chicken croquettes were a strange spongey texture, and the calamari was average. The potatoes were the most tasty, but not very impressive. There wasn't enough oil for the bread and the olives were strangely bitter. The service staff eventually forgot about us. There is nothing about the experience that makes us want to go back.
But it leaves me wondering why the place always seems so busy. Have I just become too picky about my food? Knowing what I like is a good thing, but I wish I could be happier with not-exactly-terrible food. At least none of the food was off-putting. I can't help but want more from my restaurant choice. I want to enjoy eating. Is that too much to ask?
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2 weeks ago
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I understand. Friends took me to the 'best ever chinese' place yesterday. And it was very blah. I had been dying for a green curry, but their only option was 'curry chicken'. Which I had and while it was ok, it didn't make me glad I was eating it. Which is a must if it's a meal I've actually left the house to pay for the privilege of eating. Everyone else raved about theirs, and some of them had the same as me. So am I too fussy or do they just not have a clue as to what a decent curry tastes like?
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