First, let’s back up. One one of our first dates, the hubby took me to the grand opening of a swanky wine bar in downtown Chicago. At the time I thought good wine came in a box. Cause I was CLAAASSY!! I was really enjoying myself. Thinking I was fooling him into thinking I was high brow. Ok, maybe not…at some point in the night when he looked over at me, I was picking something out of my teeth. When I looked up, the look on his face pretty much confirmed that despite the fact I literally had something in my teeth, it is apparently not cool to reach in with your fingernail and pick said thing out on a date. Ok then, good to know.
So tonight to carry on the tradition of high class, I asked the waitress about poop. Well, actually poo. You see the hubby was debating getting the soft shell crab which was on special. But he was concerned that it might have poo in it. You know how when you get shrimp, you can sometimes see a black line in it if it hasn’t be de-veined. Yeah, um, that’s poo. So the hubby wanted the crab, but the poo possiblity was holding him back. So he settled on the salmon. I thought this was silly since apparently you can only get these thing like one month a year. So….when the waitress came back to take our order, I asked her if the crab contained any poo. Cause I feel it is something you should know.
Good news, no poo. The crabs have all their insides pulled out before they are cooked. MMMM, eviscerated crab. What could be more classy and romantic than poo-less, gut-less crab. And a wife who asks about poo at an upscale restaurant…the classiest.