And you say I never take you anywhere

I have the gift of bringing .exe (Can I still call him that? I find some humour in the fact that I have my very own re-boyfriend now, just like my idol, the Company Bitch) to restaurants with the weirdest serving staff in the universe. Usually, these are places I have read or heard about and have been longing to visit. Like Casa Azul near my place, which was more like Mexican dinner theater than a nice peaceful meal (it was like being in a fussy stranger's basement, tv, kids and all), and Aux Derniers Humains (the place I tried to take my sis for breakfast eons ago!) this evening, another typical isa-jewel with a 'lean-in-way-too-close-into-your-personal-space' french granola waitress that was just wayyyy too much (I honestly thought .exe was going to hurl when she leaned in and yelled 'santé' to him in her totally unsexy raspy voice while serving him his adult beverage). Considering .exe is more of the Tim Horton's and Subway variety, I am treading on dangerous turf and do believe I have one more strike and I am out, thus probably being forced to eat the soup and donut combo for every romantic meal to come.