A new restaurant opened in my neighborhood called Good Stuff Eatery. Chef Spike from Top Chef dreamed up the concept of a burger, fries, and shake shop where people eat the good stuff from their childhoods. The shakes are big, burgers are decent, and fries a little limp, but the fun atmosphere will bring me back. The prices are fair for the location, too.
My favorite part is secretly that it was opened by someone famous. Chef Spike is there in his funky hats nearly every time I pass by on my walk home. I like to tease my roommate about dating Chef Spike. But really, what a great set up that would be! He could cook for us all the time. Then he could invite us to his friends' restaurants. I could be the girl in the background of cooking shows tasting the food.
Such talk of dating Chef Spike is a strange funny reality/unreality that occurs in big cities. This would not happen in my small hometown. Then again, Chef Spike's work schedule would be prohibitive for a serious relationship. This is the blunder in the plan. At least it will give me something to plot over on my walk past every day.
Similarly, a friend of mine had been dating a guy who came from a wealthy family. The guy purchased expensive bottles of wine on dates and refused to ride the metro. Though women joke about dating rich men, I have never actually encountered a close aquaintance that did date a man with lots of dough. In the end, my friend found that this particular man did not relate to the average working person, nor would he choose to experience her type of lifestyle (such as by riding the metro). She broke up with him. This opens many questions about how money and lifestyle affect one another, or not. I could go on and on at this point. Instead I will chalk it up as another thing to think about on my walk home.
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