bickering w/ my Mom. she & vinny're takin' me/family to dinner soon.
they know my disdain fer chain restaurants. so my Mom found 1 acceptable non-chain one.
they're not open when we were gonna dine, there.
so, onto other places.
1 was an Italian/Asian/American/Russian/etc. restaurant. 'Mom', says i...... 'you get that i'm a Chef. correct~.'
'yes, missy. i know you're a Chef'.
'then why would you pick places that have hundreds of menu items~ that is not a thriving place. that's a desperate place. yinz have cable. have you not seen those shows~'
i eventually said, ferget my kinda restaurant food. we'll swing thru an arby's & i'll bring a pop so we have not got to pay fer a fountain drink. (sarcasm.) then you can get on w/ your VIP career-stuff, & i'll head to a bar, where i'll get a beverage, on them, & order real food.'
we're Mother & daughter. we bicker. & we bicker often.
dinner tonight-- yesterday's dinner. cheese, crackers, & jam.