My mother was a good cook and my grandparents were bona-fide foodies. I was raised to be a foodie. Finding good food is a big part of the tradition. My grandmother would be proud of my foodie tracking skills. She would also be amazed by all the help I get using sites like Urban Spoon and the Chow Boards. I never head out on a trip without a predetermined itinerary of wonderful food stops and I'm usually not disappointed either.
The only glitch in my foodie fanatics is the economy and the rapidly rising cost of eating out, so... we are dining in a lot more these days. I'm working on bringing my cooking skills up to my fussy, foodie, standards and rediscovering the joy of a quiet evening in, with friends.
I had forgotten how relaxing it is not to worry about the other people in line for your table, or the waiter's good intentioned interruptions right in the middle of a friend's great story. I don't miss the clatter and noise.
My formerly dusty china, crystal and silver is getting a workout. My guests feel pampered when they see the table all decked out. Handwashing everything at the end of the evening is a fair trade off for the sense of luxury it brings to the whole meal.