Last night Monello and I had dinner at Ruby Tuesday. I've gotten it into my head that I want a "neighborhood" place to eat and drink at, maybe become a regular or something. "NORM!" Not sure why I think that, but I'm sure it will pass.
Anyway, we both had ribs, of which we ate half and brought the other half home. Strike 1.
Over the years I've made adjustments so that this never happens. There's something wrong with my menu choices if I can never finish my meal.
At least, that's how I feel - if I want takeout, why not just order takeout? Why order a big meal you can't finish?
I recognize that if it's burger and fries, I'm NEVER going to finish the fries, so I ask them not to bring them. If it's a burger and a wrap is an option,
I do that, because it's mostly a lot of bread. If I'm having a salad - my entree will be small. Why load up on salad and bring half a steak home?
I skip appetizers - or I eat one as the meal and ask it be brought out with everyone else's.
As for the time, well, I'm guilty because I have kids that have an eight o'clock bedtime. But even when that wasn't the case, I still associate dinner
with the end of a workday, which is typically five-ish. And my doctor always told me it wasn't the best thing for my already overlarge stomach to eat
late if I'm going to bed soon afterward.