tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1357864507586156598.post8335839965820092346..comments2023-10-30T08:37:39.563-04:00Comments on "My Tears Spoiled My Aim" . . . A Southerner in NYC: Eat Out OftenBrianChttp://www.blogger.com/profile/17474333393989390643noreply@blogger.comBlogger1125tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1357864507586156598.post-18246226447842134992007-01-27T16:30:00.000-05:002007-01-27T16:30:00.000-05:00I really enjoyed this post, for two reasons: 1) I ...I really enjoyed this post, for two reasons: 1) I Love Food and 2) It reminded me of "eating out" when we were kids which was not often, being that there were six kids in our family. It was easier and cheaper I think to eat in. But it was a big deal when we did dine out. Usually it would be at a restaurant featuring home-cooking, never a fast-food joint that I recall. Maybe my dad had the same table-cloth requirement that yours did.One Wink at a Timehttps://www.blogger.com/profile/00376243777796535015noreply@blogger.com