CHOOSING OFF THE MENU

CBA* – “For those who have children and don’t know it, we have a nursery downstairs.”

My husband and I recently attended an event where there was a meal at a restaurant we’d never visited before.  At all our regular haunts I have a few favorites that I generally order. But at a new place, the conversation in my head generally goes like this.

menu“I know fish is so good for me and I generally don’t make it at home so I should order the fish.  I love ribs but they could be messy to eat in public and I have my image to protect. (LOL)  I always like pasta …”  Etc, ad nausea.

If possible, I corner one of the waitstaff and ask them what they would order.  Waitstaff generally know the food.  I was leaning toward the fish, trying to be virtuous, but the waitperson said she really didn’t like fish so couldn’t recommend one or the other but if she had to she would probably go with the cod because the salmon had some kind of mustard thing on it…

At this point my husband offered some amazing advice.  He told me to imagine that this was my last meal.  “If this were true,” he said, “you’d order the ribs.”  He was right.  I ordered the ribs.

ribs

The ribs were half eaten before I remembered to take a picture.  Served with broccoli and cheese potatoes.  All cooked to perfection.

A woman sitting near us and listening to our conversation shared that they had recently eaten at another establishment where she had a chicken dish.  “If that had been my last meal,” she said, “I would have wanted to die!”  Attitude, sweetheart.

Loveya – The Grandma

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Artist, African hand drum student, yoga neophyte, and Grandmother of 22 or so grandchildren. I enjoy cooking and writing. I value good friends and quiet times for reading.

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