When did my dad and Kathleen become exactly the same as Scott's lame-ass parents? Is it really that hard to go out to dinner in Chicago, to try something new you haven't had before, to figure out where to go, or to meet people and then decide? Apparently they need to drive right up to the front of the pre-ordained restaurant, park, and not walk or take any kind of train or bus at all. Walking around and finding a place to eat is apparently also out of the question.
So is anything like indian food, couscous, grape leaves, or tapas.