Picky Picky Pumpkin Eater

I am a picky restaurant patron. Like everything else I am not happy with what life hands me and I am constantly requesting more. As grandma always says the squeaky wheel will get the oil and although I dislike being compared to a squeaky wheel I am the type of person to be vocal about my needs. I don’t like mistakes with my food, I don’t like when it is cold, I hate terrible service, and I cannot abide to be sat at a bad table near the kitchen or a noisy front door. This coupled with the fact that I worked in the restaurant industry for many years as a teen and a young adult makes me a picky consumer but also a great tipper for a job well done.
My friends as well as my husband laugh at my demanding and constant requesting, particularly when I order food with a ton of special requests. Today we are at the Lazy Dog Café with our friends Mr. & Mrs. O.C. celebrating her acceptance into a masters program for librarianship. I had the most delicious meal, something that I have been obsessively eating for weeks a spinach salad with mozzarella, shrimp and tomatoes. Something that right now I cannot get enough of, and no I am not pregnant. Between the great meal and the wonderful celebratory atmosphere it was a wonderful night.