Date night was last night. Pete and I got on his motorcycle and let the wind hit our faces and the sun on our shoulders. Yesterday in Minnesota it was almost 80. Today it's not getting out of the 40's. Typical swing season time.
We had a hard time deciding where to go but ended up at Texas Roadhouse. We each dove into a pillowy roll, mine with butter and Pete's plain. Then we ordered. It's the same thing that we get there all the time. 8 ounce Dallas fillet, house salad with no dressing and fries...to share.
Here's where the weirdness starts. And I get it, really I do. Had you asked me 3 years ago about adults "sharers" I would have rolled my eyes. Obviously they can't afford a meal for each of them. Right? They're so cheap, they probably ate before going to the restaurant and only order one meal to save money. They have to be hungrier than that, right?
What's that old saying? Don't judge until you've walked a mile in their shoes.
Because Pete and I get that cheap, low class, weird stare every time we do this. Whether it's at Texas Roadhouse or Ruth Chris Steakhouse. I almost want to explain that we've both had surgery and can't/aren't supposed to eat more than abut 1.5-2 cups of food. But really, even if I explain, people walk away shaking their heads. How do I know. I tried it. Yep. I tried explaining this at a very fancy steakhouse not to long ago and got the weird stink eye. So I stopped trying to explain. I figure it's none of their business.
Then there are the places that have on their menus "no splitting plates" or "$15 split plate charge". Really? I understand it's a pain to get weird orders. But we can't be the only ones doing this if they have that on their menu. And we never ask them to actually split our food. I'd rather admire the chef's beautifully presented plate and actually share one romantic plate sitting next to Pete than pay $15 for another plate to split it halvsies. And on more than one occasion, Pete's ordered dinner and I've asked for nothing so we could eat our little 1.5 cups without taking home well over one leftover meal. Then he just gives me bites. Romantic, huh?
So are we cheap?