It's that time of year again. Summerlicious. Along with Winterlicious, it’s the most dangerous time of year for my diet. And by diet, I don't mean that I count calories and eat like a bird. No, not I. I enjoy food far too much to suffer so; I'm all about everything in moderation and portion control. I also go to the gym more so that I can eat and get not get fat. Gaining muscle tone is an added bonus.
When I first found out that the list of participating restos was published, I didn't think much of it. I didn’t get all excited and start plotting out where I wanted to go like in years past. I’d even call my attitude rather blasé. I’d been there and eaten that since I had taken advantage of the promotion in its first couple years during both the summer and winter seasons. I think at my most gluttonous, I went to 7 different restos in a 2-week period. And they weren't what I'd call Tier 2 restos of the city either—I’m talking Truffles and Canoe, La Maquette and Mistura, Rosewater Supper Club and the now defunct Avalon—sometimes for lunch AND dinner. Those were wild and crazy times.
So how did I end up with dinner plans at 5 different restos this time around? I’ll tell you how! I blame it on friends who are terrible at keeping in touch because everyone has a life and is busy and so you need a reason like a good deal to get everyone out!
I shouldn’t really complain—I’m glad for the chance to see everyone over the next couple weeks—and since I was often the social co-ordinator, I wisely scheduled the dinners so that there was a nice 3 or 4 day break between dinners.
And to prepare for all the rich 3-course meals to come, I’ve hauled my butt back to the gym after going on hiatus last week. I’m determined to spend every weekday evening I’m not out for dinner sweating it out, dammit!
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