Why I no longer go to restaurants
I’m just getting around to alerting you that my previous post was Trouble Sells’ One Hundredth. This post begins our second century; it also puts us over 60,000 words, most of which were dirty. Gifts are accepted but not required.
Traditionally, February is Jack History Month. Today, rather than looking back at my early life, I will tell you what I have planned for the ongoing narrative in the upcoming weeks and months. Adjust your schedules accordingly.
But first, a few words about what is important in life.
I don’t go to restaurants much these days because the experience does not impress me. Either you have a good meal, or you have an average one, or you have a bad one. So what? It is transient. I can’t get upset about it. So many people spend their lives worrying about where the good restaurants are. They read books on it, they spend time on research and gossip towards the same end. Or they focus on what the good wines are. Or where the best live and recorded music can be found. Or who the best people are. But it’s transient. You can’t hang onto these things. It isn’t enough to make up your life.
So I don’t go to restaurants anymore. I don’t expect restaurants to save me. Nor wine, music, nor people.
So what’s important in life, instead? I don’t know, but I am hopeful that relentless self-obsession will show the way. Maybe we will find out in future essays by and about myself, as I take on the following unresolved issues:
New Year’s Eve, the final night at my bar.
Christmas in Racine.
Me and Erica, the odd couple.
It may take me a while to decide how to best present these epoch-making tales, but they’ll all be dealt with eventually. That is what you can expect from our next hundred episodes.
Thank you for your interest.
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