Every Thursday night I go to my customary watering hole with my usual group of friends. Every once in a while Bitter Barbara will grace us with her ice cold presence, uncomfortable posture, and lack luster conversation. The bar is small and usually crowded so there is no way to avoid her. She attempts to sit close to my friends because at one point in time we tried to warm her up with some friendly conversation – BAD IDEA. (The rest of the paragraph has been abridged).
Below find BB's last meal and some peanuts gallery comments on each dish:
Appetizer: From the Bittmore Hotel in Arizona – the Caesar Salad in a crispy Parmesan shell. Does the shell represent the shell she wears on a daily basis that doesn't allow a man with in 5 feet?
Main Course: Broiled Christian lobster tail. Plain, uninteresting, yet trying to be sophisticated.
Desert: Flourless chocolate ganache. An interesting and delightful dish for an uninteresting and austere young lady.