Flashback

I had dinner tonight with a couple of co-workers at a steak restaurant.

As soon as I pulled up in front of the restaurant, I recognized it as the same chain that my salad-loving former online date (see "The Lighter Side of Dating") took me to several years ago.

As an act of exorcism and defiance, I ordered a sampler that had shrimp, chicken and steak on it.  And rice.  And mashed potatoes.  I even ate a slice of bread.  With butter on it.  I ended up bringing most of the dinner home with me but it was fun ordering it.

Now, I feel sick, though.  

Maybe I should have ordered from the salad side of the menu.