Yesterday Ken Cannon called to see if I wanted to meet him downtown for lunch and I was all LUNCH! So before I knew it we were together at DP Cheesesteaks on Third South ordering cheesesteak sandwiches like a crazy young couple in love.
Anyway. The place was packed like a New York subway at rush hour. Very popular, that DP Cheesesteaks. And not long after we sat down Ken Cannon looked around and told me that aside from the girl at the counter screaming out people's last names, I was the only woman there. Beyond that everybody else was a guy. Some of them were even firemen. WHAT A CLICHE!
And I said what is it about my life that I can't even go to a restaurant and see my own gender?
Which brings me to this question--is there such a thing as dude food? And chick food?
Opine, please. And give examples. I think this could be a column. A super sexist column for the new year.
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This is a reality! I witness! My husband never, ever wants to go to Red Butte Cafe, CPK, or Paradise Bakery. They're for chicks! He goes with me sometimes, but he will never, ever initiate. Too many salads? Not enough meat? I feel like anytime a place has more emphasis on the side dishes its a chick place. Anytime the focus is purely on the main dish it's a dude place.
Yes!! My husband regularly remarks that quiche is a chick food. I would venture that I've been to many a Relief Society dinner that are mainly salad, soup and bread. All chick foods. When the men get together it's brats.
Jeff and I have this discussion every single date night, when he wants burgers or steaks et al, and I want a really good salad. We have instituted a policy where each week we alternate who gets to choose where we eat, and the other party has no input. It's working.
We both happen to love quiche.
This is why Cubby's is such a great restaurant. It has excellent salads--chick food--and fantastic burgers--guy food.
Emily is right--Cubby's IS such a good restaurant. But what I was going to say is one time my daughter and I went to Trio, which I love, for lunch. So good. And her son, my grandson was with us, and he was just wonderful. But just as we were finishing up our salads (girl food totally), he had reached the end of his tolerance, and sat on his mom's lap, and said, This restaurant is TOO ADORABLE. And it was clear from his tone, not adorable in a good way.
JDawgs (sp?). My husband took me there once and when we sat down (on a bar stool) to eat, I proclaimed, "This is a boy restaurant." He couldn't believe I didn't love it. You get a choice between a hot dog and a Polish dog. You get a bun. You get a choice of like two sauces. And you get a choice of chips. And a drink. That's it. Nothing green. Nothing fresh.
I wonder if God said, "Now I'm going to make Woman. Otherwise, they'll all forget to eat plants and will die of cancer before they have the chance to reproduce."
The See's candy counter and high tea at The Grand America. YUMMY
When we were dating, unbeknownst to me, by husband was waiting for the dinner date when I ordered a quesadilla. Except I never did so he finally told me about his expectations. All of the past dates and girlfriends would order them. I guess that's why he fell for me...?
When we were dating, unbeknownst to me, by husband was waiting for the dinner date when I ordered a quesadilla. Except I never did so he finally told me about his expectations. All of the past dates and girlfriends would order them. I guess that's why he fell for me...?
My husband took me to Porter's Place in Lehi when we were dating. Neither of us had been there before. When I first noticed the menu had a Destroying Angel, a 1-lb. hamburger on a giant bun, I wondered aloud, 'Who would eat a 1-lb. hamburger?" My husband, who comes in between his two brothers, understood this to be a dare and ordered it. He ate the entire thing, dropped me off at my afternoon class at BYU and then went to track practice. He insists that he did not throw up.
There are many stories of competitive eating among my husband's brothers. I wonder whether this psychological element has any bearing on the selection of "dude food." Maybe Porter's Place could give you the sex breakdown of patrons who order the Destroying Angel.
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