In the meantime, I have another issue to deal with. I really long to dine out again, among the hungry denizens of our local eateries who know their soup dumplings from their bao, and their mole from their chipotle. But I am so tired of my only company being my wife, my daughter and George the dog. Not that there’s anything wrong with takeout. At least in terms of the great new trend of outdoor dining streets, which are popping up all over town.īut at the moment, I’m waiting to see if rather than opening up, we shut down again, with the return of a “safer at home” ruling - which means, of course, more weeks of takeout cuisine.
I was hoping, by this point, to be doing upbeat, optimistic columns about the joys of returning to dining out in Southern California.
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