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Originally posted by brecaidra:

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Originally posted by Jim Shugart:
Which, AFAIK, is damned near all of them.

I'm hurt that you've asked nearly all women out to restaurants, but not me.

Be careful what you wish for.

I think I might have solved this riddle. I just insist that I am dying for some pizza, steak, seafood, etc. You really have to sell it. She will either agree or tell you where she wants to eat. It hasn't failed yet.

Sort of the same deal here. I have a favorite restaurant that is maybe 1.5 miles away. No main roads needed, and adequate parking. She's afraid to even ask me because she knows the answer. Blinkers. Wins the best steak in N KY every year. Sometimes she even surprises me and agrees. When I get to pick, its from a very predictable list, with Blinkers at the top.

She shocked me on Tuesday and agreed to KFC/LJS. It was maybe 5 miles total. She has to drive, I stopped driving last Nov 17 when I crashed my jeep. We can walk to Blinkers.

When I was growing up, Mom and Dad would be talking about where to go for dinner (or what kind of takeout to get for dinner). She'd say "Do you want Chinese or Mexican or pizza or burgers or ..." And Dad would just say "Yep!"

My wife used to eat at a place in South Alabama called "It Don't Matter". I'm guessing these very arguments are how they get most of their business.

I've never been there, but the wife says the fried chicken there is amazing.

I got tired of offering up suggestions to see them all get shot down. I made a hat of choices. 12 or so slips of paper with a different cuisine written on each. A slip gets picked and that's what we eat. Veto means that person needs to come up with where we're going.

I might offer up a choice of two or three things I'm willing to cook. Pick one or I decide.

Luckily the default is always bbq or burritos so I can't lose.

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Originally posted by brecaidra:

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Originally posted by Jim Shugart:
Which, AFAIK, is damned near all of them.

I'm hurt that you've asked nearly all women out to restaurants, but not me.

Olive Garden?

My wife isn't too obstreperous about restaurant choices. Her game of choice is to ask me what I want for dinner when she is cooking. I don't usually know what we have the stuff to make, so I can't really answer. Despite the last 28 years of this, she refuses to offer me a couple of options of things we actually have the ingredients for. I have now taken to answering that question with; "lobster thermidor."

And the real hell of it is, I don't really care. She doesn't cook anything I really don't like, and I'll eat damn near anything I am offered.

Easy: just don't eat out but cook at home. cheaper and bedroom's closer, too. Plus I love to cook (and most of the girls I've dated so far, too) It's way cheaper, too.

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Originally posted by jhe888:

Olive Garden?

Just for that, I'm going to request a good steak place and then order mine well-done.

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Originally posted by brecaidra:

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Originally posted by jhe888:

Olive Garden?

Just for that, I'm going to request a good steak place and then order mine well-done.

AND put BBQ sauce on it.

My GF is a diabetic. She's always asking me what restaurant I'm should choose and what kind of meal I like.

For me it don't matter, I tell her. I am not the diabetic here.

that's what makes this guy a genius

My wife used to do this. Now if she says she doesn’t care, without speaking I automatically head for Costco. Dinner for two, $3.

She now always knows where she wants to go, and never asks for my culinary preference. It’s marital bliss.

I was reading this, turned to the wife and said, IF I ask you where you wanna eat and you say you dont care, its from now on gonna be mcdonalds.

OK you're at the restaurant.
How long does it take for her to pick something from the menu? Or has she even looked at the menu?

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Originally posted by 2BobTanner:
Me: Where do you want to go for lunch/dinner?

Wife: Oh, I don’t know. Why don’t you pick the place.

Me: OK, “White Castle” it is then.

Wife: NOOOOO!!! Anywhere but there.

Me: But you said for me to pick it.

And that’s when the fight started.

White Castle is my default pick when this starts. I love it but never go. Wife only agrees once every couple years.

 
I guess I'm lucky. My wife always suggests a place to eat, such as "let's go to such-and-such for lunch/dinner". I like what she likes, so I just pile in the car and off we go. And we both prefer to go before the "hour", like 11:00am for lunch or 5:00pm for dinner.
 

Mine has been trained. After two suggestions get shot down she picks or I start back home.

I thought it was universally known that they like a strong decisive man in charge that makes decisions? They also like being tied to the bed so they don't have to make decisions there, but that's another story.