Next thing on my list of sucky things about today - people who already have their minds made up about - whatever. One of my favorite types of food is Chinese - several dishes I like. Could eat Chinese a couple of times a week, at least. I like the old school places mostly, the "updated" Chinese like P.F. Changs are okay, but not my favorite, and there are several places I like to go. Couple of weeks ago we went to "Molly Woo's", an Asian-style place started by a local, very American restauranteur who named the place after his wife, Molly - it was crowded, flashy, over-rated. The big test - how long it took before I had to rush to the bathroom - not long. Bob loved the place and has decided that if I want Chinese, I can take him there. Now when he agrees to Chinese, that's the place. Same deal with Mexican - it no longer means the authentic Mexican place I like, but the "gourmet" place with the overdone sauces, crappy drinks and overpriced guacamole that they make fresh at the table - and charge you $10 for the honor.
So, I suggest egg sandwiches for dinner, thinking I just want to get some stuff at the store and go home and chill - and he suggests Mexican or Chinese, but it's not until we're in the car on the way when I ask "when you said Mexican or Chinese, where did you mean?" only to learn that he didn't intend the same places I did. I left it up to him, and we ended up at Mexican. There was more to the story and now I'm just tired of talking about it. So, never mind . . .
