The Food Court Addiction

I can't believe it. That makes two days in a row. I am using today as an excuse, because I just picked up my MIL at the airport. Why the food court? Because our food court in Germany has a German Sehne Bakery!

Because my waistline and my self-imposed allowance won't allow it, I try to only go once a week. When we first arrived and paid $7 for a burger value meal or $6 for a slice of pizza and a soda, we vowed never to complain again about the relatively low prices in the States for eating out fast food. The German bakery is an oasis in the food court of greasy burgers, pizza and generally heart attack worthy foods...a place where you can have a yummy homemade and wholesome sandwich for only a few dollars, paid in Euros. Of course, the eye and palate pleasing pastries are nothing to turn your nose up at either. I also now keep sodas and Capri-Suns in the car, so we never have to throw money away on drinks wherever we go. This is where restaurants and fast food places make their biggest profit...drinks. The Germans don't serve drinks with ice anyway, so what are you paying for other than the smile they are giving you as they hand you that drink? Most times, they are lukewarm anyway. My MIL already asked if we are going back tomorrow. I mumbled a response then told her she'd better take a quick nap now, while I think of an excuse not to go.

Do you spend too much time at your food court? Especially overseas? What do you gals do in the States for food as you are toodling around town?