As I ponder what to do in the next couple of months, what with all the May flowers that will be spawned by April showers (and all the Pilgrims that will follow shortly thereafter), I will ponder more seriously the answer to this question: Where should we go out to eat tonight?
At least twice a week, that very query is at the heart of regular conversations I have with the only person {fill in the blank} enough to devote more than four decades of her adult life to sharing a home with me.
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I jest not; the discussion almost invariable plays out thusly:
Me (climbing into the car and buckling up): “Where should we go out to eat tonight?”
Her: “I don’t care.”
Me (slowly maneuvering the car toward the commercial realm of our neighborhood): “I’m guessing you do care but are just trying to be nice. Surely there’s something you’re craving this evening.”
Her: “No, I really don’t care. You choose.”
Me: “How about pizza?”
Her: “We had a pizza party at school today honoring the teachers and school workers. I don’t want pizza again.”
Me: “OK, how does Chinese sound?”
Her: “I’m not really in the mood for Chinese.”
Me: “We haven’t had tacos in a while. You want tacos?”
Her: “Not really.”
Me: “Hamburger? Chicken? Barbecue? A deli sandwich?”
Her: I really don’t care. Just drive where you want to go, and we’ll have a nice meal there.”
(I stop at the stop sign near the major thoroughfare near our home and proceed to turn right.)
Her: “Why are you turning right? All the good restaurants are to the left.”
Me: “I thought you just said for me to choose.”
Her: “I actually want a salad, and there are no places in this direction that have good salads.”
Me: “Why didn’t you just say, ‘I want a salad’ when I asked where do you want to eat tonight?”
Her: “I was just trying to be nice.”
And now you know why we created this month’s special “Taste of the Town” section that begins on page 30 and that offers, for your dining (and discussion) pleasure, literally dozens of options.
Some serve turkey, so even the Pilgrims will be pleased.
