What kind of diner are you...
Thoughts during the ordering process go like this
Anytime I feel for one
Be it after work,
Celebratory or
Dining out,
Ecstatic is what I
Feel, at the mere options.
Grigio or chardonnay
How about a red
Instead of a white
Just a thought... but
Kaluga caviar demands a light white.
Let's have champagne instead.
Maybe I'll change my appetizer.
Nothing stands out though.
Oxtail crostini,
Pepper-crusted ahi tuna or
Quiche with brie and onion jam?
Red does sound good now.
Syrah or perhaps a Bordeaux?
Time to place an order
Unfortunately or fortunately
Variety is a double-edged sword.
Waiters are informative,
Xenial as expected,
Yet still, come up with nothing
Zero, nada, action.
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I can proudly say I make perfect Indian food. My first husband was from Bangladesh. They Bay of Bengal
Totally agree that variety is a double edged sword! Loved your Abecedarian!
Ahah! I enjoyed this one!