A big pile of weiners. I won't go into the many tasteless jokes that I could about that, but I will go into an incredible difference between HH and I.A while ago, we got to sit in his company's luxury box for a pre-season football game. As a non- red meat eater, I was worried that I should eat something first for fear that burgers and hot dogs would be the only dinner available. Well, I was wrong, there were chicken strips but there was also a ridiculous amount of hotdogs. For about 15 people, out THIRD container of hotdogs included about 50. Another wife and I were shocked that a) they would bring so many hotdogs and b) that the stupid men had ordered more at anout $6.00 per person.
HH chowed down on, oh I don't know 5 hotdogs. Yuck. But HH is perfectly content to eat hotdogs - HH eats carrot sticks with barbeque sauce. HH thinks Chevy's is a REALLY nice dinner out.
I wouldn't say that I am hard to impress. I like good food, it doesn't have to be gourmet or even fancy, but sometimes, it would be nice to go somewhere that doesn't include sweatpants in its dress code.
Thankfully, HH is fairly easily swayed so I could pick any restaurant. Getting him to not wear a t-shirt is another story. Getting him to not make a shocked face when the bill comes would be comparable to ending the war (or peacetime mission or whatever it is supposed to be) in Iraq. I yearn for a day when he suggests going to a hip, local mexican restaurant with a good patio and better guacamole. I dream of white tablecloths and more than one fork. I pray that one day, HH will see eating out as more as an opportunity to locate an even better buffet.
