When you’ve just had enough, there’s an alternative. Enough with the nachos. Enough with the chicken Caesar salads. Enough with Pasta-Too-Much-Cream-And-Cheese. Enough. Like a favorite summer song that becomes a jarring-jingle after you’ve heard it for the 1,000th time, the tedium of metro-area menus, laden with kale chips and sweet-potato fries, becomes too much to bear sometimes, and especially at those prices.