Going out for date night, bravely ordering the hottest thing on the menu, and going “oh fuck, oh fuck” as my eyes well up and the cheap mascara streams down my face — until the other patrons start asking “is she okay?” and “why is there a st. andrew’s cross in this restaurant anyway?”
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Personal rule: Never order the top level at a new restaurant. Rather be disappointed by four than destroyed by five.