We ate dinner at a “family style” restaurant.
This is an interesting concept.
I’m not sure who invented it.
To their marketing team, it means
You have platters of food and you serve yourself.
To someone who married an Italian, it means
You have a loud discussion between courses,
And a fight over dessert.
We’ve been asked to find another restaurant.
I guess I shouldn’t have told the waitress
She was dressed like a slut.