I just spent several days over the Thanksgiving holiday with my "city" kids. For the past year or so, we made a tradition of going to an Italian restaurant while I am visiting. They know I really like the salads and the chicken dishes and the sangria isn't too bad either. The place we chose last time was so noisy and the server so over extended we vowed to find a new place. This weekend we returned to another location of our original favorite that had closed. Unfortunately that didn't really measure up, either.
Matt & Christina suggested trying Indian food, but I said I didn't really like it. Truth is, I haven't tried it. Thinking about it later, I realized that I didn't even eat pizza until I was 17 years old. I went for a college visit and was taken to a Pizza Hut by my future roomates. The only Italian I had ever eaten was spaghetti out of a box marked Kraft. Meat not included. Small rural towns 35+ years ago didn't have Pizza Huts. Eating "out" was rare. The local cafe served chicken, burgers & steaks.
I didn't eat tacos until I was well into my late twenties. A local dairy barn began serving them one evening a week. What a treat!
Maybe it's time to step it up a notch and try the Indian. Put it on your schedule for my visit next month.