This weekend we went out for a date.
Yup… 12 years later and we are still “dating.” How cute is that? Pretty cute, I think.
Anyway, we went out with another couple and ate at this great restaurant that has burgers, fries, and shakes. That’s it. And it’s not In-N-Out. How can they do that and stay in business? The burgers are awesome. REALLY awesome.
So, we get to the restaurant and sit down. I sat next to Steve and across from Darcie, who sat next to her husband, Jeff. And yes, the seating arrangement is kind of important to the story.
We start talking about what we’re going to have, and what they have had before (we hadn’t been there before, they had) when Steve realizes something.
Jeff is looking past Steve’s head and watching tv.
Steve turns around and sees the football game on tv.
I think to myself, “damn.”
Steve looks at Darcie (who has a perfect view of the football game, though she doesn’t care).
“Can we switch places?”
Of course she agrees, because she’s a nice person and not one to say no when someone asks to do something as small as switch places at a restaurant.
So, there we are. Steve and Jeff watching the game. Darcie and I looking at this:
Yes, that’s a cow. Two of them, actually. It’s not a picture. It’s the wall. I don’t even think it’s wallpaper. It’s huge. Staring at me while I eat… a cow. Darcie doesn’t eat red meat, so I don’t know if this bothered her more or less than it bothered me. Because who wants to bring up the cow elephant in the middle of the room and ask?
I like hamburgers. And steak. But I can’t think about where they come from. I can eat chicken, but only if it doesn’t look like a chicken when it enters my house. A pig roast? I could never do it. I love turkey, but Thanksgiving around here is a little tough for me.
Every time I took a bite of my (REALLY GOOD) hamburger, I thought… where is this from? His leg? Near his belly? His… nevermind. You get the picture.
It was a good hamburger, though.
who was playing?
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Grampa Mike, That is a typical male question. Bec, the burger comes from the best part of the cow – now, when I was young we used to eat cow tongue – you see that wasn’t expensive and it went a long way. No, I never fed it to you, again a cows tongue looks like…”A tongue” so stick with the burgers and don’t think about where on a cow it comes from. My burger and steaks just come from the butcher. No where else, just the butcher.
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LOL – I think it’s funny that the 2 guys are sitting right next to each other. I would have been thinking the same thing but it probably wouldn’t stop me from eating the burger either. They are soooo good.
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It’s really no wonder we get along so well; you’re as freaky about food as I am. Tomorrow you should blog about how much Steve enjoyed our choice of movie for after dinner entertainment…
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I forgot to ask…is that why you didn’t finish your burger?
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I do think it’s cute that you still date. I also think it’s cute that you didn’t kick him in the head when he switched to watch the game. Or, it’s cute that you didn’t blog about kicking him in the head!
:)
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Which restaurant did you guys go to? I agree about the picture…not the best choice for a burger-eating establishment. ;)
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Oh my gosh Becca, I have been looking and looking at that old photo of Steve wondering when you’re going to update until duh…I finally read that you’ve moved!
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Oh man…I don’t know if I could have done it. I am the same way, can eat it but don’t tell me or show me. And yet…we get all our meat from a butcher. Strange I know.
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