Restaurant – 5 Guys


Saturday, October 28, 2017

Today I am grateful for the restaurant 5 Guys!  It is no secret to anyone who knows him and some who don’t, that Himself is a bit of a picky eater.  And that’s an understatement.


When we eat out and I have a salad, I give him a piece of lettuce and he eats it.  I try to give him another and he says, “No thanks, that’s enough.”  If I push it he might take one more, but then balk and it’s not worth the battle.  He saw a T-shirt that said, “I didn’t claw my way to the top of the food chain to eat vegetables!”  He should have bought it, but didn’t.  Alas.


So when we went to the Thursday kick-off-the-wedding-event last weekend and it was at a Tapas bar, I had trepidation there would be anything he would eat.  And I was right.  I had my first ceviche and LOVED it.  There were all sorts of delectable treats, most of which I have no clue what they were, but there was a fantastic pear salad, some sort of fried stick of something, probably tofu and even meatballs, though I don’t know if they were of eye of newt, but they were sure good.


Himself didn’t trust that he’d like the meatballs even though they were. . .well. . .meat of some sort.  He had a beer.  I said, “There are all kinds of cheeses and crackers, too.”  But it wasn’t cheddar cheese, only artisan.  Not his bag.  He gratuitously took a half-inch piece of cheese and a cracker.  I put a spinach leaf on his plate.  It needed color.  He didn’t eat it.  His entire dinner looked like an appetizer of the nouveau riche.


We had a blast, but when it was over I said, “You haven’t eaten a thing since early in the day and you are a diabetic!  You need to eat something!”  So we stopped at a 5 Guys restaurant on the way back to the hotel.  Wonderful for him. . .a near disaster for me who did not need another morsel of food!  But the color came back into his face and he was a happy camper and thanked me for the idea.  Geeze!  Who needs to be “reminded” to eat?!  I wish!


I had a couple of sips of his milk shake and a few fries.  When he had enough he offered me the rest.  I made him throw them out. . .deep into the trash, because they were so awesome I knew I wouldn’t be above dumpster diving while he was in the rest room.  Thanks 5 Guys!  For saving Himself from certain starvation. . .and having deep trash cans!

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