Food Digest

I want to like DiVita’s. I really do. But each time I eat their food, it seems worse than before. This time, I took the Missus to dine-in before a New Year’s party a few blocks away. Quaint dining room. Lovely service. (She gave us the “cop discount” because she said we waited for our food too long.)

But the food! Terrible! Iceberg lettuce salad with french dressing. Nothing bad there. It is what it is. The wine’s not their fault — it’s BYOB, and after we were seated I ran to a liquor store in the area that seemingly only sold Bulgarian wines…

But the entree. Bleh. “Lemon chicken.” I’ll give them that — it’s not false advertising. It was two frozen chicken breasts, cooked in a coagulated lemon and garlic sauce that was more “paste” than “sauce.”

If I go back — a big if — it’ll solely be for the pizza. I’ve been fooled too many times already. My New Year’s Resolution for 2012 is to follow in Pete Townshend’s footsteps (and I’m not talking about child porn).

Ever since the Missus and I bought our first house, we’d been meaning to have a big group dinner with some of our friends who live in the same neighborhood. Everybody picked a dish — the Missus whipped up some vegetarian lasagna, one couple brought an incredible salad (with potatoes!), another brought the potato side dish and a different couple altogether brought dessert — a bourbon-infused cake that knocked my socks off by its awesomeness. I need to find out where they bought it.

This little supper club might become a regular event. At least I’m hoping it will. After dinner, we all sat around the table telling stories and drinking wine, two things I have no problem with whatsoever, even on a weeknight. (Especially on a weeknight.)