There’s really no excuse for a bad restaurant. I understand that there may be reasons for restaurants to be bad, but there’s really no excuse. You’re a restaurant. You’re in the business of feeding people. It is literally all you do. Even if you’re selling the cheap stuff (and, for the record, I eat the cheap stuff almost exclusively), you can and should make it delicious. If you don’t, shame on you.
This blog is mostly a record of my search for restaurants that don’t suck in New York City—the ones that have no reason to be ashamed. Ones like, for example, the halal cart on 40th and Lex, which hold out against rising prices, lowering quality standards, Applebee’s, and tablecloths.
But the title of the blog is “no more bad food,” and the truth is that I do a good deal of eating outside of restaurants (because, as previously noted, I eat the cheap stuff almost exclusively, and the cheapest of the cheap stuff is the cheap stuff you make in your own kitchen). In this realm, I find myself making the excuses that I despise in others: I don’t have a lot of time, I don’t have a lot of money, I am tired and want to watch Friday Night Lights while I eat a sandwich.
So in addition to chronicling my adventures in New York’s best, cheapest eateries, this blog will sometimes have recipes and musings on how to avoid eating the same sandwich every night for a week, which is something that can happen very easily. That reminds me—I should get some bread.