To club or not to club that is the question?

Recently my family took a trip to Virginia Beach. To make the trip more special, I thought it would be nice to eat at some interesting places perhaps off the beaten path. My wife and I watch a show on the Food Network called, Diners, Drive-Ins and Dives, the show showcases the restaurants that usually seem to be exceptional at making something different. Before we left for our trip I found that the show had been to the area at least four times. To make a long story short, we ate at two of them and they both were very different than what we may have chosen had I not tried this approach.

Living in North Carolina we have an excellent magazine called, "Our State." I was thinking of starting a club in the Asheboro area that would travel together to the restaurants featured in the magazine. The approach would be the same as my trip to Virginia Beach, however it would be a chance to meet other foodies, (people who like to eat something different and exceptional). I guess my question is, who would be interested in being in my club?

Sensitivity Training Needed at Bottom Dollar

Tonight I ran out to Bottom Dollar to pick up a short list of things that my wife and family needed. Once in the door I looked in the bin where they normally keep the boxes to box your groceries. One very large box was present and with only 5 things on my list I chose to look for a smaller box somewhere in the large expanse of the grocery store. Just as I was walking to the checkout counter I spotted a half empty box that contained apple juice. I guess my background in the grocery business was enough in my own mind to think I could use the box and stack the remaining bottles of juice nicely into a display. Just as I was completing my perfect display, a store employee approached me and told me that I couldn't have the box. She told me that the display must stay even and that if I used the box the display would be wrong. I was really disappointed in her. As I walked away I told her that I really appreciated her response and started wondering how I would get my items home. Eight cents bought me the one plastic bag that held the majority of my items. I really hated buying that shopping bag, knowing that the free box that I had in my hand would eventually find it's way into the box bin. Someone should teach the employees of Bottom Dollar a little sensitivity.