Experience is one of the words that I hold heavy weight to when dining at a restaurant. The quality of the food, the taste, the atmosphere are all very important, but when I leave the restaurant I think to myself, “how was the experience?”. Today, I encountered my first experience as a blogger who wasn’t
“Welcome, welcome, wellcccooommmeeee”. When’s the last time you’ve been greeted that way when entering a dining establishment? Well, besides Chic-Fil A, because I honestly believe they’d wash your car while you’re food was being prepared if possible, but that’s here nor there. No, I’m talking about this soul food restaurant that prides itself on quality
There’s something about homegrown food that excites me. Maybe it’s the different texture or taste that stimulates my taste buds, or maybe it’s knowing that things taste better when it’s locally grown. Wait, now that I mention that, is food supposed to taste better everywhere you go if it’s locally grown? That’s a legit question.