Sat 24 Feb, 2007 11:37 pm
When I was young (in the 60's) it seems that if I had a first date, usually on saturday night, and took some charming young lady to a decent restaurant we would invariably be served a salad pre-dinner that was in essence a quarter of a head of lettuce with some dressing and maybe a tomato garnish. There is no way I (or the charming young lady) could eat a quarter head of lettuce with any degree of grace or style. I always thought of this phenonoma as "dater's salad."
My being fractionally older than you, sure, I remember that. In fact it lived through the seventies, well into the eighties. Maybe even now...
Also, nobody dates now, I gather.
Driving from Austin to Illinois, one can still find places along the road that sell daters salad.
That's the kind with either Wish Bone French or Russian dressing, right?
I had a friend who thought tossed salads weren't torn into small enough pieces (I'm inclined to agree). Rather than tackle a tossed salad and try to fold the lettuce to fit his mouth, he would order a lettuce wedge (usually thousand-island dressing) simply because you're supposed to eat it with a knife and fork...
Should I not eat salad on my first date?
I have some men waiting in my inbox for some sign of life from me--and I'm completely weirded out.
Should I worry about this salad?
oh wait, iceburg lettuce of course...we don't want to get too carried away.
what with the thousand island dressing and all
that's enough excitement.
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