I used to support the entire restaurant industry of New York City all by myself in my younger days. I didn't even boil water on my own, for fear of burning it - that's how often I ate out. I had reserved tables at a dozen restaurants in my neighborhood and all the waiters and waitresses knew me by name and knew what I wanted.
But that was when I was young, dumb and full of crumbs.
Now, because of geographic, financial and health reasons I rarely if ever eat out. Geographically I live in the black hole section of town - nothing exists here, least of all restaurants. Financially I've learned that it's far more economical to make my own egg/sausage/cheese biscuit at home (about $0.75 worth of ingredients) than it is to drop $2.99 on the convenience store version that's been sitting slowing thawing out in their crappy little refrigerator and which, when unwrapped and nuked, looks like Fat Fanny and her Famous Fido Foo-Foo were sitting on it.
Tastes about like that as well.
Health reasons ... I have to go against Fishwisher here. I've done too much research, in books and in person, to think that all prepared food is the same. I've seen the chicken farms that some of the fast-food companies employ, where the chickens are barely able to go by that name - when you don't have a beak or feathers I don't know what you are, but I DO know you aren't a chicken.
I've had hairs in my burgers and Band-Aids in my chili. I've had frozen pasteurized processed cheese food-stuff passed off as REAL cheese. Meat that has given me gall bladder attacks from all the grease they cooked it in. Veggies with sand and small pebbles in them. Food that was overcooked, undercooked, or stale.
I don't really eat much anymore ... if I'm hungry I'll munch on pretzels or popcorn (plain). Maybe two or three times a week I'll have what would be considered a regular meal; other than that I just pick. But I seem to be healthy enough, my stomach doesn't do an Exorcist imitation like it does when I used to eat fast-food, and I save enough money to buy the occasional pepperoni pizza from the little old Italian couple I know downtown.
