Well, we survived the pork chop fiasco. The good ones were delicious. The bad ones are in the garbage can, tightly wrapped in a zip-lock bag to keep the odors at bay until trash day tomorrow.

I think I’ll eat out tonight. Cooking at home hasn’t gone well lately. While it was nice to have a few home-cooked meals, I’m ready for a dinner out.

The problem is I’m not really sure where to go tonight. One of my readers suggested that I try Local 188. That might be a good idea. I went there about a year ago but left under whelmed.

The food was OK. What really got me was their practice of serving bread piled high on a plate, torn to pieces. I just didn’t get it. If it’s meant as a signature dish, I didn't sign up.

I'll report back soon.

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