I’m not going to be so overly dramatic as to claim I live in a food desert. There are grocery stores around (no Whole Foods or Trader Joe’s though…) and I work on a farm for goodness sakes, so there is plenty of fresh produce to be had.
BUT (and notice that was an all-caps but,) I am not very happy with the food situation in this town.
I genuinely enjoy cooking, so even when we lived in the city, we didn’t go out to eat very often (and also we are boring old people.) And now that number has dropped even further, because, quite frankly, there’s not much food around here worth going out for.
The county’s restaurant repertoire consists of:
- Very Bland Italian (And honestly, what’s the point of going out for Italian? Pasta’s the easiest thing. And trust me, even the pasta around here is terrible.)
- Hibachi (Really, the locals are crazytown for Hibachi. It passes as exotic. Dinner and a show. Classy!)
- One decent Mexican place (I love me some guac, and there is one place around that makes a good one, if you don’t mind waiting 20 minutes for it.)
- Seafood. (see rant in next paragraph)
I suppose that I should have known what I was getting myself into, moving to a shore town – that obviously there was going to be an overabundance of seafood, everywhere all the time. I can appreciate how awesome it is to have local catches of the day, to be able to eat your dinner while overlooking the very waters it came from. Amazing! The only problem being I don’t like seafood. None of it. Which means that, pretty much anywhere we go my non-fishy choices are as follows: steak or chicken parm. And I get judged for being a “landlubber.”
Now, I love a good steak as much as any red blooded American (a lot) and don’t mind a whole ton having to get one every time we go out. Except the accompaniments suck. The roasted potatoes are soggy, the salads are straight iceberg, and coleslaw is an acceptable vegetable side.
Guys, coming from a city where people eat sriracha flavored ice cream and put truffles and fried eggs on pizza, this food scene is killing me. I Yelped “indian food” the other day – the closest place was 30 miles away, and included a ferry ride across the bay to Delaware.
I almost cried.