To me part of the joy of going to a movie is sneaking in outside food. I don't know why, but I get a strange thrill from sticking it to the man by not buying over-priced concessions.
We reached a new height last week when Mrs. Fabulous and I attended The Fantastic Mr. Fox (highly recommended by the way) and Mrs. Fabulous was able to smuggle in a full Chinese take out meal, complete with egg rolls, fried rice, orange chicken and kung pao chicken -- I've never been more in love with her.
Contraband food always tastes better in the theater and I like to think there is total outrage when my outside food is discovered in the trash after the show. Sadly, I suspect the kids in the the oversized maroon polo shirts or neon bowties who work at the theater don't really care . . . at least not as much as I would hope they do.
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