I don’t know why, but it always seems like one of us orders the “better entree” when we go out to eat. And that person always has such a feeling of accomplishment. Like its a real win. Actually, maybe I’m the only one who feels that way. Brad Pitt’s Sicilian Chicken beat out my Chicken Marsala on our first night in St. Louis. But last night… oh boy did I make a comeback. My Macadamia Nut Crusted Chicken* beat the hell out of his Grilled Ahi Tuna Mignon. Not to say his dish was bad. It was really good, especially the ginger-carrot puree underneath the fish. But my chicken. Oh sweet awesomeness. It was fantastic. He awarded me 10 points** in the entree competition so I feel like I’m quite a bit ahead at this point. Bring on the next competition!!
*No photo available of my chicken dish because it didn’t pose well for the camera. But we all know the taste was all that mattered.
**We have actually never assigned or kept track of points, but last night my dish was so good I decided we needed a point system. Brad Pitt insists that I said my dish earned one point and that I immediately retracted my statement and proudly assigned myself the 10 points. I disagree and stand by my original statement that he awarded me the 10 points. I think he is just super jealous and filled with regret for ordering the tuna.
When this kind of thing occurs here, we don’t call it a competition, we just call it “menu envy.” (“I should have ordered THAT.”)
Yes!!! And there was a LOT of envy at the table.