Jess shrugged and flipped through another page. "They're not the only ones guilty, you know," he said with a chuckle, laughing in agreeance to what she said. "They most certainly do," he said, looking up from his menu. "It's all so good," he muttered, more to himself than anyone
"I'm a bit of a food person, i must admit," he told Jenifer with a grin, "i like me food, most all types, though i must admit i'm a supporter of good hearty meals over some of finer, smaller ones," he told her, thinking about some of the disappointing meals he'd had.
"I remember once," he said, launching into another story, "i went to restaurant, and ordered the Roast Chicken and shrimp," he told her. "I'd not eaten all day, preparing myself for this meal, i'd rather been looking forward to it, in all honesty, probably a touch to much. Anyway, after twenty-five minutes of waiting i was sure that this was going to be a whopper of a meal, and soon the party's food arrived, and finally out came mine. This one strip of grilled chicken on a bed of Mashed Potato, and three shrimp on the side, all coated in a, and i must admit, it was brilliant, light sauce." He said, realising he may be boring her. "Anyway, the look on my face apparently said it all, i was so disapointed, that from that moment on i vowed i'd always order what i'd like, no matter how informal it was. I just like my food too much," he told her with a chuckle, before turning to the waiter.
"And on that note, I think i'll have the lasagne," he told the waiter with a smile, "and a whiskey on the rocks, be generous, he said with a wink. "And for you?" he asked, turning once more back to Jen