Tim said that he was going on this so-called "diet" after Christmas. I mean the New Year. I mean the weekend after the New Year. January 12th and he is still having multiple beers at dinner and drifting toward entres called "shrimp and steak in cream sauce." Finally, I couldn't take it anymore and I had to say something at dinner tonight. But being the non-critical fiancee that I am, I phrased it something like "Dude, shit, what about the DIET YOU WERE GOING ON?? You choose the most fattening things on the menu and then order beers [without the words Light, Ultra, or Select in it]!!" His rebuttal went something like this: Back when I WAS A BACHELOR, I would eat one huge freakin' meal and then like not eat for two days. Alas, no rebuttal from me.
Tonight we went to a neighborhood gastropup, Sage, where we had had lunch a couple of times this fall. We really like the lunch menu; we decided to try it out for dinner. The apps were good, but we were disappointed with the entre.* And for 19.95 I could have whipped up this little pasta ditty up at home for about 7 dollars. So we decided that we will skip the 20 dollar entres and probably come back for lunch. Possibly after a free Bud tour.
* Yes, entre as in singular. I am always wanting to "split something" because I don't eat all that much (not a snake) and I like to sample many different things. This drives men nuts, apparently. Since I was buying, Tim obliged.
http://www.saucemagazine.com/sage/
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