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I have always been a restaurant whore, but during my childhood the restaurants I frequented were more along the lines of The Ground Round rather than Boulette's Larder. I could identify great food if it was a Northeastern specialty, or if it was Americanized Chinese food (I was a hostess in a Chinese restaurant as a teenager) -- otherwise, I was lost.
When I reached college in the enlightened town of Ithaca, NY, I had access to a lot more of the good stuff. And my palate expanded. But the single most defining thing that made me a restaurant whore was meeting my husband, Jon.
Jon has always loved great food, and had had more access to it as a child than I did. He introduced me to things I had only heard about, and wined and dined me in a way that I had not previously experienced (Ah, what a young man will do to get into a girl's pants). During visits to his family, they'd take us to restaurants with things that sounded good, but I had never tried before (such as dim sum). It wasn't long before I became a full on whore.
Jon is always right by my side, matching me bite for bite, giving me fodder for my next dining tidbit. He's as, if not more, excited about food as I am.
Today is our wedding anniversary. Five delicious years. We're hitting Delfina tonight, and Cyrus tomorrow night to celebrate. Life is fucking great, isn't it?
Happy Anniversary, baby. There's no one I'd rather share my fork with than you.
"To eat is a necessity. To eat intelligently is an art."