So I had every intention of posting the next installment in the Approaching Zion Project today. But Labor Day weekend (and, specifically, houseguests, the Chicago Jazz Festival,[fn1] and a Cubs game[fn2]) intervened and, well, I’m not ready.
But Monday night’s dinner with our guests brought up a question, and I thought I’d ask for an unrepresentative sampling of answers. Specifically, we were Pequod’s Pizza[fn3] and, when the pizza came, one of our guests said grace. Out loud.
Our guest is a Christian (though I don’t know what, if any, denomination), raised in the South.
So my question is: do you pray over food when you eat out? If so, do you do it to yourself or out load? And where are you from?
I’ll go first: I do not pray over food when I eat out (even though we pray over our food when we eat meals at home). I’m a lifelong Mormon, and I grew up in Southern California.
Okay, your turn.
[fn1] Which, apropos of nothing Mormon-y, if you get a chance, you really should see Jason Moran’s Fats Waller Dance Party if it comes to your town. I’ve never been as blown away by a performance as I was Saturday night.
[fn2] And yes, I’m trying to make you jealous of life in Chicago. One of these days, I’m going to write a Why Mormons Love Big Cities post. But not until I at least finish the AZP.
[fn3] In spite of living in Chicago, I prefer New York- or Roman-style pizza to deep dish. Pequod’s is the one exception that I’ve found: it’s really, really good deep dish pizza. (Is there any other decent deep dish? I’m not a fan of Giordano’s, Gino’s East, Lou Malnati’s, or Pizzeria Uno.)