What does the guy sitting on the edge of the Fontaine des Quatre-Parties-du-Monde have to do with going out to eat? He's my husband. We used to eat in restaurants a lot, when we were dating, before children, before we turned 30 years old, a magical time when money seemed like something you should just spend. A few years later, we were still young, but broke, married and totally responsible for the future of a small but world-rocking young human. Unless our own parents were buying, we ate at home, and learned to really appreciate beans and rice.
Now that we can afford to go out every now and then, I still like to make sure it's worth it.