Confessions of a Food Delivery Addict: My Love Affair with Uber Eats & Grubhub

Ah, the modern-day sirens, Uber Eats and Grubhub.

They serenade us with their sweet melodies of comfort and convenience, luring us into their trap with the irresistible promise of delectable delights delivered right to our doorsteps.

Can you hear the alluring whispers of “20% off your next order” echoing through your email inbox? I certainly can, and let me tell you, it sounds like a symphony to my ears.

Delete. Reinstall. Repeat.

Like many of you, I’ve spent most of this year in a constant dance of deletion and reinstallation with these seductive food delivery apps. It’s a tango, really. One, two, three — delete. Four, five, six — reinstall. A dance we’ve all grown familiar with.

Anyone else out there a five-time gold medalist in the Food Delivery App Reinstallation Olympics, or is it just me?

Don’t get me wrong, I have a beautiful, healthy relationship with my meal plan for the most part. We’re committed to each other from Monday to Friday. But come Saturday, and sometimes Sunday (and dare I say, the occasional lazy Wednesday?), I find myself longing for the adrenaline rush of scrolling through endless restaurant options, each one more enticing than the last.

It’s as if Uber Eats and Grubhub have a sixth sense.

They know when I’m having a craving day. They know when I’m not in the mood to step out. And they know exactly when to send that 20% off coupon that makes my heart skip a beat. Is it just me, or are these apps becoming eerily sentient?

I confessed my dependency on food delivery to my sister, Emily, expecting a lecture on self-control. Instead, she surprised me with a shrug and a, “So? It’s perfectly OK to get food delivered regularly.” This coming from Emily, the queen of food delivery, who has probably single-handedly kept several local restaurants afloat. Is it really okay, Emily? Is it?

Which brings me to the perennial question: Who’s the real culprit here?

Is it me, with my occasional lack of willpower? Or is it the virtually omnipresent Uber Eats and Grubhub, with their constant, enticing promotions? Is it fair to blame ourselves when we surrender to the food delivery dark side?

I open the floor to you, dear reader. What do you think about our collective guilt-free love affair with food delivery apps? Is it a harmless convenience, or a slippery slope into unhealthy habits?