In the not-so-distant past, I’d be as likely to order restaurant food from home as Mitch McConnell would be to ask Nancy Pelosi out for beers. Most nights meant reservations. On the rare evening I wasn’t checking out the latest and occasionally greatest place to eat, I was content to give my stomach a rest and whip up an omelet using eggs and milk from what some people call a refrigerator and I viewed — past tense! — as an expensive water cooler.
Dining and Cooking