Lunch Confession

I'm having lunch with a friend today. At Pei Wei. Here's the confession: I've never eaten there. I know, evvvverybody in Dallas eats at Pei Wei. As a rule, I don't eat donuts, Italian, or Chinese food from chain restaurants. The little local hole-in-the-wall places generally are tastier and cheaper, I think. I'm really not a snob.

Although I do love Margaret Dumont, who wouldn't
have been caught dead at Macaroni Grill.

Anyway, my friend and I have been trying to do lunch for weeks and weeks now, and something always comes up (lately it's been Beloved Spouse and his schedule-shattering surgery). I can finally make it today, but the well came up dry when it came to suggesting a place. So when he suggested Pei Wei, I realized it fit all the necessary criteria: I know where it is, I can afford it, and it serves food.  Brilliant!

So in a little while I'm off to sample this national-chain place that everybody says is so great. I can still remember having some slamming kung pao chicken at a tiny little place in Steamboat Springs, Colorado in 1998 (I've totally forgotten the name of the restaurant, but not the food). We'll see if what I have at Pei Wei is that memorable.

I shall eat and report back.