Sad Little Valentine

Gllen took me to Be'Wiched for Valentine's day. Actually, we took ourselves, as we went Dutch. The waitress was impressed by this.

Anyway, it was an amazing meal, (see the menu) and in the middle of it, the chef came over to our table to ask how our meal was. I saw this coming, as he had stopped by several other tables to inquire other patrons the same thing, so I was trying to give Gllen subtle warnings of "what do you want to say to the chef?". He didn't get it. So, the chef stops over and asks, "how is everything tonight?" and Gllen clams up. I am left to do the talking. I tell him that we are never disssapointed, he tells us we are too kind, etc. He even asks Gllen, "Hey, you ordered short ribs from us before, right?" It was like a year and a half ago, and I'm impressed that this guy even remembers. Gllen just nods.

When we arrived home, Gllen was remorseful. He told me, "I'm so depressed right now. I wish when he came over I could have been friendly and told my hero how much I loved everything. Instead, he thinks I'm that hateful man that ordered shortribs one time. I hate being shy."

It was so sad. I asked him, "What would you have said instead? Let's pretend I'm the chef". Here's how the conversation could have gone:

Chef: How is everyhing tonight?

Gllen: I loved everything. It's alway so good here.

Chef: Aren't you the guy that ordered short ribs a while back?

Gllen: Yeah, they were amazing. Do you guys do dinner anymore?

Chef: Yes, we are trying to do it so you don't even have to call in advance, you can just come in and get dinner on the fly.

Gllen: I love you.