Eggs Chesapeake
One of my top five pet peeves is unsolicited advice. This is the advice that you never ask for but someone feels it’s their duty to offer it during the most inconvenient convenient times. One of those many times in my life has been unfortunately during the dining hour. This week’s Etiquette Tuesday speaks to the unsolicited advisor: can you please keep your thoughts to yourself, just this once, please?? It has happened to all of us: you go out to eat, order something that looks less than appealing to the other party and they offer their frown and look disgust at your menu pick. What a way for me to start my meal…with your look of disgust.
Anyone who knows Johnna knows that frowns and even comments of disdain for what I have on my plate make me want it even more, but I think it is fair to comment on how rude it is for you to express your unsolicited advice on my entrée of choice. The inspiration for this post? Well on a few occasions I have been out with different folks who absolutely hate the sight of my Eggs Chesapeake. Anyone who also knows Johnna knows that she is always going to order one of the Eggs benedicts, Chesapeake’s or the like during brunch, it’s something about the hollandaise and poached runny interior that get me going on the weekends.
Now I have seen plenty of less than desirable things hit many plates, but I, like any good Oscar winning actress, know how to mask the disgust and pull off a stellar performance by simply focusing on my own dish. Shouldn’t that be what everyone is focusing on during the dining hour? Feeding themselves?…I’m just saying…
…party of ONE, please!
LoL!! exactly.