From Steve Garrett, kitchenette
I was a really picky eater growing up, and when I turned 13 I finally started eating greens—but not really, because I don’t think Caesar salad counts.
Anyway, I’m at a restaurant with my mom and sister in Connecticut, and our waitress comes to our table.
I then proceed to say, “May I please have the caesar salad with extra croutons, but no anchovies, parmesan, and definitely no hearts of romaine. Thanks!”
My mom’s mouth dropped and my sister fell out of her chair laughing.
The waitress was confused.
It was not my finest moment.