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Good points. I've noticed my taste buds are changing. I used to be a little frustrated that bread and pizza didn't work anymore but once I moved to Texas I got over that quick. Bread (sour dough) and pizza were my two favorite things, and in San Francisco, that is yummy food. Here in Dallas, omg bleck. I mean they "think" they know what good pizza is. Everything tastes like frozen. Don't even get me started on sour dough bread. What sour dough bread? They've never heard of it. Okay, I'm sure I'm exaggerating to some extent but you get the idea. And no Italian unless it's a chain. A hole in the wall Italian place here doesn't compare. But when I thought of a cowboy, I never pictured some mafioso on a horse, so it all makes sense. I'm sure there are exceptions and if I didn't have the band I'd be knocking on every door to find the place that is, but in the small sampling I've had, that is what I've found.
What they do serve out here is Tex Mex (love love love love love --- did I mention I love it?) and steak houses/bbq. Well, steak/bbq first, I can't do it, I can't chew the meat. I guess I don't have the patience so although that is my favorite food in the world, I've learned how to order around it. We went to a beautiful elegant restaurant about a week ago. The old Robbyn would have ordered Filet Mignon, instead I ordered a side of mashed potatoes. That's it, no appetizers and no bread at the table. I know I should have ordered protein but I wanted to have something I really liked and I didn't want to spend the night being stuck or jumping up from the table every four minutes to bp.
Tex Mex...another story. I love it but I can't do the tortillas. Give me crunchy and I'm fine so I can do chips. Weird. I've learned a chip or two with tortilla soup does well for me and I feel like I'm part of the group. Plus Tex Mex is the mushiest food around. At least the way I slop everything together.
Ahhhhh I love food.
Which helps me remember that when I lived in San Francisco I worked at the gateway to China Town...literally. I ate chicken fried rice/chow mein 2 or 3 times a week, and pizza because North Beach (which would be like New Yorks Little Italy) and China Town border each other. After having Chinese food of that quality I haven't found that I miss Chinese either now that I've moved. Of course rice doesn't agree with me.
Almost sounds like I could have solved my problems without the band by moving to Texas but that's not the case. The steak/tex mex/bbq/burgers would have kept me big big big and when I'm hungry, it wouldn't have mattered that the Chinese and Italian isn't the quality I'm used to...thank god for the band. I finally can understand "if it doesn't taste good, and it's not good quality AND IT WON'T feel good after I've eaten it...why eat it?"
Hugs to you. I've missed you.