Me: "Where do you want to eat tonight?"

Exceedingly good-natured husband:" I don't care, you pick."

Me:"I don't know what I want.  I'm looking for suggestions.

Good natured husband:  Well, I'm up for anything.  It's ok, you pick."

Me: "I said I'm looking for suggestions."

Slightly impatient husband:"I picked last week, it's your turn."

Me: "No you didn't. We had Mexican because you wouldn't pick then either."

Obviously impatient husband: "Every time I pick somewhere, you shoot it down!"

Me: "That's why they're called suggestions.  What are you in the mood for?"

 Nearly at wit's end  husband: "Fine, let's go to that new seafood restaurant."

Me: "Nah, I'm not in the mood for that,"

Irate husband "Son of a bitch."

Me: " I don't know why you get so pissy! Really, I just would like some help choosing sometimes!"

Long-suffering husband: "This is why I don't pick.  We're going to go where you want anyway!"


Have you ever had the above conversation with your significant other?  People have asked why I started the WNY food and restaurant group on Facebook, and now this blog. This was definitely a contributing reason.  I would love to say that we don't have this conversation anymore, but it wouldn't be true.  It actually happens more often, because now, when we go out with friends, they always say. "You pick.  You know where all the good restaurants are."  So the following occurs.

Me: "We are going out with (insert names here) next Friday.  Where should I suggest we go?"

Already surly husband: "I don't care."

Me: "Yes, you do.  Come on, I could use a little help here."

Husband mumbles something under his breath.

Me: "What? What was that? I couldn't hear you. Seriously what kind of food do (insert names here) like?"

Defensive husband: "How the hell do I know? They like food."

Me: "Ok, ok, but do you think they would like Thai? (insert name here) is a fussy eater."

Petulant husband: "Ask them!"

Me: "There's no need to shout.  They said wherever we choose is fine with them. So where should we go?"

Dismissive husband: "Let's just go to a steak restaurant.  Everyone likes steak."

Me: "We  just had that a month ago with (insert names here).  I know, let's go to that new place that just opened.  Everyone seems to love it!"

Defeated husband: "Kill me now."