My Dinner Tonite

Happily accidentally found this place on a Monday and immediately placed an order. The food was delicious and cooked to perfection even after reheating it several times. Yes, several times because the portion size is generous. All of this and curbside service; definitely ordering again soon!

Lindsay was a very accomodating and provided top class service. Food was excellent

I am so pleased with every dish. Instructions are included. I am so glad to have found My Dinner Tonight!

Awesome food , some weeks I order, some I don't. orders are taken online and you go pick them up on Mondays starting at 1pm. chef Toni is awesome! small portions or large portions, they offer both, complete meal w sides. usually five choices and dessert.

I have cried exactly three times in my life: first, on the night of my fateful birth, and then two times in quick succession on the eve my wife first brought home a double armful of MDT's aluminum-packaged miracle sustenance. Allow me to regale you with the details: I’d been cooking decadent meals years on end for the family after getting off work. I was once an accomplished chef, capable of whipping up any cuisine south of Sweden (leave what’s north to Magnus Nilsson). But I traded out that uncouth occupation in favor of family-friendly, ascetic professionalism, and after too many years out of the kitchen, and too many spent slaving away in corporate cubicles, my meals had grown uninspired and bland, with all the flavor of a spoonful of flour and the nutrition of a stick of butter. My desperately hungry and malnourished family needed proper fare. I needed a break. And so, in our deepest, darkest, stick-figured moment of desperation, we turned to My Dinner Tonite. This despite the questionable spelling. The dishes went a few minutes in the oven. There was a flurry of plating. Then, after sampling the merch and still mid-mastication, my wife says to me, “I can’t tell you how long it’s been since I had a proper, fresh meal.” She says this without a hint of empathy for my having previously cooked a million meals in nightly succession, leading to a semi-permanent condition wherein I cannot uncurl my left (stirring) hand from its hideously clawed form. So yeah, I cried. Chalk it up to the pain of this monstrous betrayal. All over food from foil. How could she slander me with such injurious words? But after the wave of heartbreak broke, I sampled the food. I hope you can tell from what you’ve read so far that I’m not prone to hyperbole, lest you read what follows as such. One word: Spectacular. Put this spot on the Michelin map. And so I cried again, overcome with relief that I could take a break. That my family would be properly fed once again. Above all, I sobbed in disbelief at the deliciousness, the freshness, of the food before me. This was all on Monday. It’s now Wednesday and we’ve eaten the next meal. It was, impossibly, even better. Imaginative. Flavorful. Tantalizing to the tastebuds. The sides weren’t items I’d have ever thought of, or probably bought, but were equally sensational. And so this review, so that you too can cry, and chew, and cry some more.