Dr. Bee and I went out to dinner tonight! To avoid any confusion, I should clarify that we went to different restaurants. His was called "La Petite Auberge," and my fine dining establishment is named Penn Station East Coast Subs. I'm betting his dinner was not as "exciting" as mine was - here is a summary of the events during my meal.
One of my table mates spilled her ketchup cup on the floor (after being jostled by her neighbor). The diner to my left had a fever and crusty eye, and burped audibly during the meal. He even brought up a gurgle of bile; it was charming. The anticipatory adrenaline I experienced was a nice complement to the flavors on my plate. Or rather, basket. One of my fellow epicures inadvertently dropped the entire meat portion of her entree on the floor, resulting in a meal of bread with mayonnaise, and pommes frites. Finally, I would be remiss if I didn't mention the field trip our entire party took to the restroom, mid-meal.
Good times.
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