I wasn't going to tell, but what the heck! Maybe this belongs in the old 'confession' thread.
I got home from work, and SousChef said "I want to go out and have something disgusting for dinner". Now, SC rearely asks for anything specific when it comes to meals. The standard line is "Whatever you want to do is fine with me". So I'm happy to accomodate.
SS: "What is it you want?"
SC: "A fasts food hamburger."
SS: "A hamburger's great. Let's go up to Woody's".
SC: "No. I want a fast food hamburger, like Burger King or McDonalds or Checkers"
SS: Oh. Uh Well. OK, I guess if that's what you want. I guess. But you're driving. (My license is expired).
SC: Where do you want to go?
SS: Oh, no you don't! This is your little adventure. You have to pick.
So we ended up at McDonalds

. It's been a loooong time. We each ordered something, and we shared a small fry. I ate about 2/3 of my swiss-mushroom burger and just couldn't finish it. I sure hope we don't have to do that again soon.
Sorry, that's the best I can offer to last night's dinner thread. I am ashamed.
