No I’m not talking about a Facebook stalker. Or a Google stalker. Or a Single White Female kind of stalker.
I am, however, a menu stalker.
Yep, someone mentions a restaurant that we may go to and my fingers fly to their website so I can scope the menu. And I don’t look at it just once. No I creepily keep looking, letting the appetizers entice me and the entrees make me drool.
I pick favorites. I go back and forth deciding which one I will select upon my visit. I rationalize the heavier dishes by promising a light lunch the given day.
My stalker-esque behavior isn’t because I’m creepy. It’s because I like to not only know what I’m getting into, but I especially like having something to look forward to.
In fact, I think I thrive on anticipation of something good to come.
We could be going to Subway or Spago’s and I’ll give equal attention to the menu.
Tonight, we’re headed to an Italian restaurant we haven’t been to since 2004: Don Giovanni’s. And of course I’ve been stalking the menu all week debating on my entrée.
Below are my top contenders:
Capellini D’Angelo al Pomodoro
Angel hair pasta in a fresh basil, garlic and diced tomato sauce.
Spaghetti al Pollo Piccante
Pasta in a spicy tomato sauce with chicken tenderlions.
Chicken breast breaded and topped with marinara sauce and mozzarella cheese baked until bubbly. Served in a bed of fresh linguini marinara.
Oven roasted breast of chicken stuffed with herbs, ricotta cheese, roasted sweet peppers, served over garlic mashed potatoes, sauteed swiss chard and roasted sweet pepper cream.
Are you a (menu) stalker?
What should I order?
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