They also live longer than men…
~VOW
I like those where the menu is wide enough for anybody to have multiple decent choices (mind you: if it’s just me, that’s a pretty wide range), where the laws regarding allergen information are followed (it’s not so effing difficult, you ought’a know which ingredients you use) and the waiters don’t bring the wrong order three times or forget part of the order. If I’m in Europe, I should not be greeted with either a hundred-kilowatt smile or something that looks like the waiter is trying to bow/curtsey and doesn’t know how.
Bonus points for nerdy print on tee.
If you want to call a life without deep fried foods living.
We’re mostly gaining insight about you in this thread.
Not really, anybody who’s read what Urbanredneck posts before already knows he likes to speak of women as if we were some sort of alien species incapable of communication.
Oh, sure, it’s not rocket science. But not everyone has encountered him before.
My XX chromosomes compel me to prefer sedate, dignified restaurants, either refined restaurants where there are many forks to the left of my plate and I can show off my pretty new hat or tea rooms where there are dainty dishes and I can show off my pretty new hat. My delicate chromosomes also make me cringe at the idea of staining my pretty ruffles with barbecue sauce or, land’s sakes, getting confronted with a slab of meat on a plate. Just thinking about that sort of thing gives me the vapors.
Oh, dear. Did I say “thinking”? I’d better stop before I get think lines all over my forehead. They wouldn’t go at all with my pretty new hat.
My wife and I are equally likely to pick US or Korean BBQ joints, redneck burger stands, hot burrito wagons, Chinese or Indian or Thai buffets, Subway or deli sandwiches, quiet surf’n’turf, pasta palaces, falafel vendors, or quaint roadhouses. Cleanliness is vital but we’re not quite as picky as our exterminator friend who won’t eat anywhere over five years old because infested. Quiet enough to mostly hear each other is important. Food quality trumps price. Attractive waitrons are nice. We skip sports bars.
If only, but alas, you never do.