Glancing into the kitchen, which is not much larger than mine at home, I usually see two people cooking. I’m sure a lot of things are prepared ahead of time, but really, how do they keep up with all the choices?
Then tonight, after handing me the ten pound menu, the waiter hands me a separate sheet with about twenty five “Specials”. I thought I would start to cry.
I finally made a choice, but it was touch and go for a minute. Guess maybe I’ll let my wife order for me in the future. It is hard to lead a stress free life. Just Say’n.
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