Pilot Inspector and I were supposed to go out Saturday night. I didn't want to go but agreed. He called on Friday to cancel, as he had come down with a cold. Yippee! Not that he was sick, mind you. But now I didn't have to 1. suffer through a date I didn't want or 2. have to come up with a way to cancel out.
He called Sunday night, sounding so much better, and asked if I'd like to do something during the week. I don't have that much time weekdays, but I suggested lunch. It's much more limited and keeps my weekends open for who knows what. We agreead that he'd call Tuesday to give me a time & place.
Noontime rolls around & he called me. We chatted for a minute & he asked if lunch was still god for today. I said it was fine & I could be anywhere by 12:30. I knew it'd be someplace on Rte. 110 because he knows I work at the Farm (days & times he is not privvy to) and he's usually near Republic Airport.
He asked if I knew where Blackstone's was because he's heard its really good. I said I didn't know because this sounded fancy, expensive, and too time consuming. He said "Oh, its right past....balh blah blah..." I siad "Are you sure that's where you want lunch?" so hoping that Panera or Chipotle would be mentioned because they are lighter, cheaper, and so yummy. "Yeah. I've heard a lot about this place & have been dying to go."
So, I had to meet him at this steakhouse. Which, by the way, I had mentioned to him on our first date that I am not into red meats. But, for our second date...sure. why not? (Moron)
The place is rustic & filled with men in suits out to lunch. Good looking men. At least the scenery would be enjoyable, even if lunch & my companion would not be.
The hostess seated us in a booth for four that was a U-shape and faced every other table in the restaurant. She literally pulled the table away from the bench seat so we could walk in and then pushed it into place as we sat. I felt as if we were on display & felt weird sitting next to a guy I am so not interested in looking at other patrons looking at us.
The first page of the menu had the lunch items....sushi of all kinds, steaks, crusted salmon, one type of chicken (a whole one I believe), and salads with lobster or raw tuna in them. Page two-four had wines. That was it.
I ended up ordering a salad and the lobster bisque from the appetizers menu. He ordered some raw tuna thingy. I didn't bother to look at it. My salad was HUGE and in no way meant for one person as an appetizer. The bisque came in a caste-iron kettle. Big lobster chunks in it. Mmmmmmmmmmmmm.
Pilot Inspector was boring. He doesn't have much to say. He uses words like "cool beans". He didn't remember that his friend's wedding was last weekend.
But............mmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmm.................the creamy, filled with lobster chunks............warm & filling bisque.
I didn't have to make out with him just because I ordered lobster, did I?
