I go out to eat a couple of times a month and the one thing I cannot stand is smelling like the restaurant when I leave. Last night, I took the kids to Stonefire Grill (because it was raining and who wants to cook dinner when it’s raining? That’s my story and I’m sticking to it!). They serve pizza, salads, and it’s all cooked over a big stonefire grill. The food is delicious. I had a nice quinoa salad and the kids had spilled milk, breadsticks, and a couple bites of pizza.
You can imagine what the restaurant smells like- deliciousness and goodness. And now…so do I. Except I don’t want to smell like deliciousness and goodness because I don’t want my bed and pillow to smell like deliciousness and goodness. I also don’t want to have to wash the pair of jeans I wore for one whole hour (because you know how horrible it is to wash the perfectly stretched out pair of jeans- am I right ladies?) and I really don’t want to shower unless it’s absolutely necessary.
I know it’s “cool” to have these open floor plans in restaurants where you can see the grill, but I really would prefer to sit away from the grill. I am all for that separation of grill and restaurant. I don’t want to see the grill. I don’t want to wonder which server wiped his nose and then picked up my plate and grazes my meal with it ever so gently (I worked in restaurants for years…it happens. Don’t piss off the bitchy waitress and don’t piss off the cook. I’m not saying I ever served somebody food that fell on the floor, but someone I know may or may not have eaten floor garlic bread.) I really would prefer to not think about what they are doing with my food. Out of sight, out of mind. And out of my nose! I don’t want to smell like food all day long!
That is just one of the reasons I won’t step foot in a Burger King (that and the shortened life expectancy), a PF Changs or Beni Hana. I don’t want to reek all day long.