buttercup

I take it back; I have set foot in a fancy restaurant. The only problem was that Ben and I didn't know it was fancy beforehand, so we were wearing jeans and t-shirts. Needless to say, that was not a pleasant experience. The waitstaff apparently thought we had come in just to eat then run out without paying, and waited on us as if that were the case. Of course, it probably didn't help matters that I had no idea how to eat the shrimp cocktail properly. (Our fine dining growing up was a trip to Carlos O'Kelley's.) We left a nice big tip, although it wasn't as big as it would have been if they hadn't seemed to be snorting at us as they seated and served us.