First a little background...of course.
I am not a foodie. Oh sure, I do enjoy food, but nine times out of ten I will shove whatever into my mouth just to keep my stomach quiet and my body alive, because odds are good I've busied myself with other "more important" things for so long that if I don't eat something NOW, I will surely die. (Yes, I have issues. I know. And one of these days, maybe - I doubt it - I'll get my priorities in order)
Unfortunately, I married a foodie - or as I like to "affectionately" call him - a food snob. This man will walk into a fast food joint and then have the nerve to complain about the food that is put before him. I can only look at him in amazement at that point. Because a) you are in a fast food joint and b) seriously?! You are IN A FAST FOOD JOINT!
So the food snob has gone done his best to raise a food snob, jr. *sigh* Of course, I am outnumbered in this household.
Suffice it to say, most of my dining out experiences involve friends instead of immediate family; because dear God in heaven if I have to sit through ONE MORE MEAL where he complains about the food, the location, the service or the fact that he could make it better, or that it's too bland or too salty or too whatever....well, then I can't be held responsible for any actions I might take.
Which brings me to a local restaurant, which I might point out is NOT a fast food joint, but does have extra fast service. I immediately fell in love with their fajita pita lunch. Who would have thought - combining a Mexican food staple with Mediterranean food?! It's absolutely amazing and unfortunately, I don't get to eat there as often as I'd like.
Try as I might, I have been unable to convince my two food snobs to at least try this delicacy. Until last week.
Man-Child was starving (yeah, right - the boy is ALWAYS starving) and he was weak enough that I was able to drag him into the nearest location.
And now? Now he's hooked. He just asked me to take him to lunch (for the third time in the span of a week!) tomorrow.
At this point, I'm convinced. It may not be too late to break the Hubby of his snobbery, but the boy? Oh yeah, he's breakable.