Ate My Heart Out – A Breakup Letter
Choosing to eat in instead of eating out can save us money, but it can also be difficult on our emotions
Dear Restaurant Industry,
Hello, beloved. Firstly, I want to state that I truly appreciate you, in a way no words could ever adequately describe. In a day and age when true, loyal companions are few and far between, you’ve managed to stick by me through all seasons of my life. We’ve shared a myriad of wonderful times together over the years, magical encounters that have awakened my senses and captivated my soul…
It pains me to say this, but I must be forthright with you. Things have changed. More specifically, I have changed. Im no longer the same man I once was. My finances have been stretched thin because of our relationship, and I think we both know deep in our hearts, that this can no longer continue. Lets look at the facts:
- It costs $25 for a family of four to buy a meal at a typical fast food restaurant. Averaging just two trips per week totals $50; continuing the pattern each week over the course of a full year comes to $2600
- A daily fast food lunch runs at least $5; in a typical five day work week, thats $25. Over the course of a year, this amounts to $1300
- At mid-priced restaurants, about $40 for a couple is pretty standard. Done weekly over the course of a year, this exceeds $2000. For a family of four it doubles to $4000 – all for one meal a week!
(Statistics taken from http://outofyourrut.com/blog/2010/02/28/how-much-money-can-you-save-by-not-eating-out/ )
Im sorry, my darling, but I think the facts speak for themselves. My wallet can no longer take the constant barrage of gourmet burgers, rich pastas, or overstuffed pizzas on a nightly basis. I must become my own man, and venture into the realm of cooking for myself. Now, weve had our share of ups and downs, and we’ve hurt each other in the past stingy tipping and food poisoning come to mind but in the end, we’ve always reconciled and settled our differences. I can only hope that we can still be friends, and that you are gracious enough to understand how I feel.
So farewell, dear friend. I will always remember how good you’ve been to me. Through thick and thin, whether you served up a celebratory juicy, USDA prime steaks with all the trimmings, or consoled me with a reassuring greasy polish sausage, you’ve always seemed to know just what I needed. Know that this is not good-bye. This is only see you later. Ive always loved you, and I always will. You possess a special place in my tummy that no home-cooked meal can ever fill, and nothing can ever take that away from us.
Roger Fung-Ming Chang