Restaurant Whore Porn

Sometimes I sit at the computer with a stack of food magazines. I look through the magazines for what restaurants they are currently recommending and then I go to the restaurant websites so I can look at their menus and drool.

I also go to food blogs from other cities and find more restaurants through them. Then I go to more websites. And drool some more.

Then I obsess about how I can possibly visit all of these restaurants at some point. Soon. And I start sweet talking Jon to see when he can next get time off ("C'mon, honey, if we go to NY, you can work in the office there and we can see your parents...").

And then I end up doing crazy shit I never would have considered doing prior to my culinary awakening, such as flying to Chicago for 30 hours simply for a meal, or planning an entire trip to Europe around one restaurant.

The irony here? Tomorrow I leave for a vacation to a place that is not known for it's food.

xoxo
Joy

"To eat is a necessity. To eat intelligently is an art."
-- La Rochefoucauld