Monday, October 23rd was a feat in decisiveness for me and my two best friends from high school: we painlessly chose a date to get together; we quickly decided to get dinner as our main activity; a restaurant among the first suggested was promptly selected…

True to form, when the question of appetizers arose we settled on sharing a Caesar salad in a matter of moments.

Now!! Let me tell you about this salad!!

• Lettuce: Good.
• Croutons: Four.
• Parm: Real. Shaved. Broken up, not one big sheet (unlike SOME people…).
• Dressing: Deceptively thin, but really damn tasty.

I’m not gonna lie: this salad kind of ruined our mains. It was so good that what we ate after was underwhelming in comparison (but maybe also in general). My pasta — one-note. My friend’s pasta — weird. My other friend’s pizza — pizza.

To be fair, one of my companions was not AT ALL clear expressing when he wanted the salad brought to the table (i.e. a little bit before the mains, so we could mostly have both at once).

And none of this is the salad’s fault. Not in the slightest!! It’s just a hard dynamic, when the workload isn’t shared evenly… When the rest of the squad isn’t pulling their weight…

You did amazing, W&G salad. It’s the others who let us down.