Square Peg ● Round Hole







While I love my alone time, I do enjoy getting together with some of my friends. Last night, I met up with one of my tribe members for a delightful dinner. The place selected was where I had my near death experience by choking on some prime rib. I thought returning to the scene of the crime would ease any apprehension. To be honest, I made sure the same table wasn’t selected which wasn’t hard since the dining room was basically vacant and I had already known I wasn’t ordering the prime rib.

Once we were both seated, we engaged in our catch up conversation. During that time, the lights began to flicker. They would go off and come on repeatedly until the lights gave up and we were plunged into darkness. The explanation was a transformer blew and took out a chunk of the neighboring homes and businesses. We laughed and were intrigued on how the rest of our evening would unfold.

Because I am eating differently, I plan my meals in the morning. This gives me a visual on how many proteins, carbs, and fats that I am eating. So, I had planned for the burger with a side of asparagus. We ordered prior to the power issue. Our waitress came back informing us that she was checking on if our entrees would still be available. At one point the burgers could be cooked, and then she returned only to nix that and tell us that they could only do fried foods or salads. What’s a girl to do? So, my friend and I ordered the fried chicken and onion rings.

Apparently, there are actual restaurants that specialize in dark dining. This concept does not appeal to me. I like to know exactly what I am putting in my mouth. What if they are serving insects? Do they cook in the dark? Why is this a thing? I get that the concept enhances the other senses with the removal of the visual aspect, but that would be a big, fat “no thanks” from me.

Our food arrived in the midst of candlelight. The fried food goodness was a treat since I haven’t enjoyed such a guilty pleasure in about two months. But I gave myself kudos since the chicken was protein and the onions were vegetables. Since it was dark, I wasn’t able to see the fried portion, so a healthy dose of denial goes along way. The adult beverages helped too.

I am beginning to wonder if it is me. The last two times visiting this establishment I have experienced a step closer to death and dining in the dark. Who wants to be my dinner date next time? It seems there is always an adventure to those who accompany me.