Like most humans, we eat food. Mostly, though, we eat food at restaurants. Also like most humans, we have opinions. And through the amazing power of the Intertubes, we can tell people those opinions. Thus, Dining with D.A.D. was born.
You might ask:
What qualifies you to be food critics?
Nothing, really. But let’s assume these count for something:
1. We know what we like, and we’re not afraid to say it.
2. Our favorite pastime is finding obscure restaurants.
3. Our moms think we’re special.
Why should I read this blog?
Frankly, you probably shouldn’t. You probably have more important things to do. Like work, jogging, or stopping your kid from sticking a fork in your ankle.
OK, seriously, I’m leaving unless you give me a reason to stay.
None of us are trained chefs or food snobs or even “foodies.” We’re not going to use phrases like, “It has a certain oaky freshness stimulated by the [insert ridiculous french phrase].” And we’re not going to judge you if you don’t eat truffles or sprinkle saffron on your escargot. (We weren’t even sure what saffron was. We had to look it up.)
