Eric and I spent the weekend in Charlotte for a conference. We eschewed the rubber chicken banquet and struck out on our own last night for dinner. We have one rule when eating out in a new town--no chain restaurants. We try to find a local place and have lunch/dinner there.
We ate last night at a basic bar and grill, and they had fantastic home fries and a great French dip sandwich.
We have decided to throw a little notebook in the car and document when we eat at unique restaurants. What we had, how it tasted, the atmosphere, etc. Our travels are not as extensive as some in our family, but I expect to gather some interesting tales.
It is amazing that when we get together as a family, we always seem to talk about food. When we recount a vacation or a trip, it includes vast discussions about where we ate and what we ate. I still remember our waiter Wade in Escanaba, MI in 1984 on our way to Mackinac Island.
