Written by I love food. The size of my pants will serve as evidence of that. I also love eating out and trying new places and new foods. I enjoy the taste of food; I enjoy the smell; I enjoy the appearance; I enjoy the creation of dishes.
The problem arises when I’m alone. I have this single-guy phobia of going out alone to eat. I’m told that it’s a common issue and that lots of people have the same issue. That’s not a lot of comfort, though!
At any rate, I decided that, once I got settled into my new place, I’d make an effort to eat out once a week, even if I was alone. Actual eating OUT though; take-out isn’t a problem for me, you see.
Tonight was going to be my first foray into the restaurant and izakaya scene of Takanezawa. There’s an izakaya near my home. Maybe a 5 minute walk. I’ve seen it several times as I’ve driven by. I thought it would make the perfect start to my new habit. I told myself that Friday nights would be the best night for such things.
Today is Friday. It came and I fully intended to go through with it… But at the last minute, I chickened out.
The me who can’t eat out alone.
The me who is more comfortable eating at home.
Failure!
I went out and found a bento place. Bought some delicious steak on rice with a Japanese-style sauce and pickles. Good times.
On the way back, I drove past the aforementioned izakaya. It was closed! Totally closed! So… I didn’t really fail, did I?
(Yes, I did.)
There’s always tomorrow, I guess.
