Fine Dining

We brought Stellina out to dinner for the second time tonight. Talk about suburban fare -- first Red Lobster, now Pizzeria Uno's. Forget about the quality of the food or the atmosphere; what matters most now is whether or not there's a changing table in the bathroom and that the atmosphere is raucous enough that a screeching baby won't disturb the other diners. I always wondered why the parking lots of those fine strip-mall dining establishments were packed. Who eats there? I would say disdainfully. That'd be me.