I don’t know why but every time I go out to eat I get rather trivial looks and then am asked the question “Are you sure that’s what you want to order?”

One day I was in BQM in Toronto and was faced with a dilemma: Should I get the bacon filled poutine or a delicious burger? The solution? I got both.

I devoured both as the waitress watched in horror. There’s nothing wrong with me. I just love food and can somehow keep a 105lb frame.
On dates with the boyfriend we also get questioned. “Are you sure you want 2 orders of fajitas?” Apparently, people normally get 1 order and can’t finish. Listen lady we wanted 2 orders. And man did we clean them up!

Last night was 1/2 price wing night so we decided to get 64 wings in 6 different flavours. “Are you going to finish that many wings?” Some random dude actually came back to look at our progress every 5 minutes.

Hello restaurant workers out there. YES I DO WANT WHATEVER IT IS I ORDERED. Let me be. The day I downsize or order a salad is the day I have been possessed by one of the cows which created the burger I just ate.
For now, bring on the food.
