On Friday, David said he would take me anywhere I wanted to go for dinner – ANYWHERE. Thoughts of Kafe 421, and Brasa and even Pop ran through my head. But then so did…Outback Steakhouse.
I was embarrassed for even mentioning it. But that my friends, is just one of my food’s guilty pleasures. In fact, it doesn’t stop at Outback Steakhouse, whose interior decorations I abhor. It spills over into other Suburbia establishments such as Chili’s and their mass produced baby back ribs that I often crave in the dead of winter. It’s not just the ribs, but the sweetened, sauteed cinnamon apples as well, alongside crispy fries that have seasoning salt on them.
My guiltiest pleasure lies in the fast food realm, and the nastiest of the nasty: White Castle. I fully understand and comprehend the disgusting smells that emanate from the steamy kitchen. But those teeny tiny burgers that I eat in 3-4 bites are cute, and filling when it is 2am and you have no where else to go.
Call it disgusting, low-brow, or simply comfort food. I eat it every now and then, knowing full well the embarrassment that could ensure. But during those cravings, nothing hits the spot better.
What about you? Do you have any guilty pleasures in the food realm?
