Last night for date night, Larry and I went to Mint Leaf for the first time, an upscale Indian restaurant in the Gourmet Ghetto. It had decent reviews on yelp and plus, I had a restaurant.com certificate that I had to use. They seated us in the back at a table for four, which was nice because it gave us room for the stroller and it was farther away from the bar and the live band playing in the front of the restaurant. The ambience was nice and the service was courteous without being overbearing. We got samosas for an appetizer and I ordered the Chicken Makhan Masala (many people had raved about it on yelp) and Larry ordered a lamb dish. The only complaint we had about the place was that the service was incredibly slooooow. If we hadn’t ordered the samosas, I think both of us would have fainted from hunger.
But when the food finally came, I was surprised at how big the portions were. The chicken was delish — Larry ended up eating off my plate more than his and we fought over the last bits of sauce on the plate which we wiped clean with our naan. Not that he didn’t like the lamb, it was supposedly pretty good too (I’m not a big fan of lamb, it’s the whole aftertaste thing). He just decided to help me finish my plate so that he could keep his for lunch the next day.
Considering how long it took us to get the food, we had them bring us a dessert menu while we were still eating. It was already getting past CC’s bedtime, and we weren’t about to wait around for another 20 minutes for the dessert to come out. (Normally we wouldn’t even order this much, but we had to make a certain minimum in order to use the certificate). We got a yummy creme brulee (at an Indian restaurant, go figure) and a pistachio khulfi packed to go. All in all, it was a pretty good dining experience, we just didn’t expect to spend an hour and a half there. At least CC wasn’t fussy… and we met a nice couple from Italy with their 1-year-old at the table next to us.
Today as Larry was microwaving his leftover lamb for lunch, he commented on how annoying it is to have to always transfer restaurant leftovers to another dish for microwaving. “Wouldn’t it be easier,” he said, “if we just brought our own tupperware to the restaurant?” “Brilliant idea!” I replied. “Not only would it be easier for heating up, but also better for the environment, reducing all those unnecessary containers and bags. It would also save the restaurant some money and save us some time…we probably could have left 10 minutes earlier last night if we packed our own leftovers instead of waiting for them to do it.”
I was stoked to implement my husband’s brilliant idea by bringing our own tupperware the next time we go out. Larry, however, was a little concerned that we’d be violating some unspoken eating out etiquette code and make ourselves look stupid by whipping out our own plasticware. So I did a google search and the results showed that, in fact, we were not the first ones to think of bringing our own doggy bag. Many people around the country are already doing this and encouraging others to do it. Just make sure you don’t do it at an all-you-can-eat buffet.
Hopefully this will start a trend. I wouldn’t be surprised if restaurants eventually start giving “tupperware credits” on the bill like grocery stores do with bags.