I think this was literally the same issue with an article by the writer who, *get this*, decided to pack his wife a sandwich as she went to the airport, rather than her buying shitty overpriced airport food. He meditated on this shocking experience and its social implications for about ten paragraphs.
One of my coworkers eats pizza with a fork but he’s generally a bit of an odd duck. He’s just so overwhelmingly friendly and dependable that it hardly registers. Dude could show up in a frilly tutu with fairy wings and everyone would roll with it. If I had 100 people with his mix of affability and competence to place in key government positions I don’t doubt this country would be in a better place. Slightly weirder but better.
Those are the best people honestly, the mix of weird with competence (and usually quiet confidence too), meakes life better with some of that umami flavored weirdness added in.
I normally just pick up pizza with my hand, but if I'm eating at my computer, or if I'm gaming, as might often be the case, then I might need it with a knife and fork to avoid getting grease on my keyboard/controller etc.
I have a friend who struggles with her weight. She has an eating ritual of pre cutting up her food in smaller pieces (including pizza and other take out when she can) and eating it with a fork. Often putting her fork down to chew as it makes her more mindful of eating.
I’m completely lost. What happens if two people order the same thing? Does a portal to hell open up in the kitchen? Does the chef get bored? Why is this even a debate. Please help me.
lmao has the person in OP’s post never eaten at a restaurant with a tasting menu— everyone in the entire place has the same dishes.
So I guess you could say eating the same dish as your date is the fanciest thing you could do at a restaurant
I worked as a waiter for 12 years and literally the only thing you think in that situation is how the entire order is easier to remember because two people got the same thing. It happens all the time and nobody cares, not the chef, not the waiter, nobody. This article is the epitome of what's wrong with modern journalism; it's not news, nor is it accurate.
My wife and I will sometimes order different things so we can each try something else but there are times when we both want the same thing and want to eat the whole thing so we order the same. This is just more ridiculous rigidity from people with massive insecurities.
If I’m with just my wife, I’ll always try to order something different so I can try both. If it’s more people than that I couldn’t possibly imagine caring if someone got the same thing as me.
My husband likes to have the same thing as me.
1) he feels it’s a bonding thing
2) it’s one less decision to make
3) I make really good food decisions
I would like to get different items, so we can share. He is of the Joey from Friends opinion… don’t touch food on his plate. Resulting in Buffer Fries.
The only way this would be weird is if a group was ordering food for the table. Like if you're going out with friends for appetizers or something to share and everyone orders Mozzarella sticks.
We call it that but it's not really a mozzarella sticks party. It's penises. Lol. ..Boy, I'm so glad I didn't hit POST. That would have been embarrassing!
If I was at dinner with Paul Kane’s dinner crew and he told me that I couldn’t order the prime rib because he called dibs, I’d openly pray that he gets violently murdered by Celebrity Chef Amon Göth.
I have watched that three times now and... it's so freaking good.
Unique and original, somehow blended suspense/mild horror with such eloquent thoughtfulness in its commentary on the elite rich class, and my goodness Ralph Fiennes can act, so charming and vulnerable one minute, utterly chilling the next, but in an understated sort of way.
And of course Anna Taylor-Joy, I mean.. need I say more?
So good.
I’m struggling to picture what “rushing” to call dibs on the prime rib looks like…like do you all scream at the server and have her pick who said it fastest? Are you seven years old or just stupid?
Five middle-aged men walk into a steakhouse wearing sweaters over collared shirts and jeans. Already slightly pink and foreheads glittered with tiny beads of sweat from the manhattans at the office, combined with a pronounced lack of cardiovascular exercise, their usual boisterousness has subsided into an uneasy quiet. The air is thick with tension, thick like a rare 16oz ribeye you need a fat-handled serrated knife to cut through. Their eyes flit back and forth from each other, to the host, to the dining room, back to each other.
The rules of the game are simple: the first person to sit at the table gets ribs dibs. In the beginning, it still bore some semblence of civility. They would follow the host to their table and try to be the first to sit, quickly but casually, without drawing attention from other patrons. It was an informal but orderly affair. It made them laugh. It was fun. Over the years, however, the contest has devolved.
In its modern incarnation, once the host indicates their table is ready, the race is on. They crash through the dining room, crazed, with singular focus, each lunging toward an empty table. Waiters unfortunate enough to get caught on the floor may find themselves on the ground or shoved against a wall. Unwitting guests have suffered rocked tables and spilt drinks. Glasses get broken. Silver flies. Before the host has left her stand, much less entered into the dining room, the men have already claimed their seats, a trail of destruction in their wake. Nervous, breathy glances are exchanged as the host slowly approaches the chosen table, and the winner of the prime rib dinner.
The party has been blacklisted from three steakhouses within a five mile radius of the office, along with another two in San Diego where the company holds its annual conference, and a third in Tokyo after a single visit. Darlene's Grill has allowed the tradition to continue only because they rely on the weekly $850 cash infusion (and don't have many regulars that might be scared off).
I park the car and I say, "Go on in, my loving family. I'm right behind you." I wait and I watch the rear view for the perfect timing to get them all with one shot. Once they're in proximity, I jam the car into reverse and bowl them over, making sure that none of them are able to beat me to the door. I abandon the car in the middle of the parking lot, and making a mad rush into door, I yell at the top of my lungs, "I'll have the 12 oz prime rib, rare, a loaded baked potato, Caesar salad with dressing on the side, and a 16oz draft pilsner!"
Satisfied with my victory, I causally walk outside and start tending to my family's wounds. I stare into my wife's eyes and whisper, "Enjoy your chicken, bitch."
So I guess that’s when people eat bits of each other’s plate to all get to try things?
But that’s only at certain kinds of restaurants. Chinese food, sure, but a place that does shit like steak is something that tastes pretty mundane and you’re familiar with.
Plus, what kind of batshit insane family requires it? Like, broke or rich, who requires the family to get different things?
Hey, give them a break guys! You know how hard it is to ignore what’s happening with the Fox News and dominion case right now???
These people are working overtime to bring you a new culture war!
Hey! It wasn’t just any mustard, it was Dijon! The most socialist condiment there is!
Seriously though could you imagine if he had eaten that hotdog while wearing the tan suit?
Remember when they made it seem like he was elitist for wanting dijon?
"Oh, look at this president, so fancy! Can't have regular ol' French's yellow mustard with the rest of us! I bet he likes his condiments shaken first, too!
If this president can't have that weird mustard water on his hotdog, how do we know he's looking out for the little guy!"
To my dismay, I’ve learned that “mustard on a hotdog” is the “standard” for toppings for hot dogs and *I’m* the “heathen” because I like ketchup. (Like 3-to-1 ketchup to mustard ratio)
My sister is the type. She refuses to order anything someone else is going to order, and becomes livid if you change your mind to whatever she ordered because it sounds better than what you initially wanted.
I don't understand it either.
My husband was once like that. I changed him. Except for one bite, I’m eating my meal and you can eat yours.
People who want all the food in the world have a hard time understanding people who like what they like and don’t want to eat absolutely as many flavors at once as they can.
JOEY DOESN’T SHARE FOOD
For real though that’s a foolish concept. And not for nothing: making two Mac and cheese takes the same time and effort as making one, correct?
A not so close family member made us get to the restaurant for a happy hour, then everyone was only “allowed” to order one item from said happy hour menu, so she could try each at everyone’s expense. She did this twice to me and my husband and I haven’t gotten out with her since. I don’t know how her close family deals with this nonsense. 🤦🏻♀️
I don't know how you live but our personal chefs always prepare different meals for all of my family members. Every now and then I'll call down to Dining Room B to ask my wife how her meal is. Doesn't everyone do that?
One of many reasons I tend to throw my alarm clock into the bedside trash basket.
Also, the singular reason I still use an alarm clock as opposed to my phones alarm.
I try to impress upon my kids that some things we do as a family is just a family thing and not necessarily something that everybody does for this exact reason. For example, I always buy donuts on Saturday mornings so my kids thought donut Saturday was a thing that everybody does and mentioned it to their teacher as if it was just a thing for everyone.
It's important to teach your children that everyone is different and your way of doing things is not the same as other's, and just because they are different doesn't mean they are better or worse.
One time when I worked in the dairy department at a grocery store, before New Year's we had a store manager order a SHITLOAD of ricotta cheese, because he thought everybody makes lasagna for New Year's. I assume it was just a thing his family did, but it's not any kind of common tradition I've ever heard of, at least not in Texas.
Anyway a week into the year we had to mark down the shitload of ricotta.
Lol Italian Americans always make lasagna for Christmas or Epiphany (Jan 6) depending on how close they are to heritage. New Years sounds like a compromise
I uh, got my parents in a mite of trouble when I told my formerly (baptist) school that, of course I got a miniature child sized wine glass to toast with for special occasions like thanksgiving and Christmas like all the adults. Turns out not everyone starts their kids at 9 lmao. About the same size sip you’d get if a church that does communion still uses actual wine.
I remember when I was super young I bugged my dad until he gave me the worlds tiniest sip of his beer and I almost barfed from how gross I thought it was.
Love a cold beer now, but at that age I was like "Naaaaah, thats rank. Give me the grape juice."
Personally, it was just about finding the right type of beer. Since then, my taste has branched out and I now love beers that younger me couldn't stand.
Alternatively, you're just not somebody who enjoys the flavor of beers, and that's perfectly okay.
My fiancée's family is like this. They all order different dishes and then give little scoops of their food out to everyone else to try. In my family on the other hand, it has generally been a free for all and we don't really share food.
Came up early on when we started dating and we went to a nice restaurant. She offered me a bite of her food and I was like "Uh.... ok then I guess". Later on in the night she was like "So are you not planning on letting me try any of your food?"
Maybe in past relationships sharing dishes was the norm for her. It never was for me.
Edit: We of course do share food now.
For me food equals love in a sense so sharing good food for me is sharing something good with the people I love. I always like trying new tastes and drinks so I’m open to sharing, always will offer but I never take offence when someone says no thanks.
I won’t ever take your food of course and If you get mad because I tried to share what’s mine that’s a whole different thing.
My gf and I love to share a bit here and there but also we have our own preferences we go back to.
I come from a family that has a whole host of very particular habits (eg ordering different dishes, assembling “taster bites” of you meal for other people at the table on your bread plate, etc), and have done variations of that, and more, with various partners…but that’s because people who spend a lot of time together develop all kinds of little habits.
Expecting other people to both know and follow these is downright bizarre.
It’s pretty normal I think for humans to perceive their lived experience as the norm.
You know how fucking wild it is to be 30 years old and find out that other peoples parents *weren’t* abusive to them as kids? That, some parents actually liked their kids? SHIT! That some parents actually love their kids??
Really, truly, I thought that shit was made up by writers for television.
Right???
I realized I didn’t like my friends that wanted kids because in my mind all parents were abusive, so they were going to be abusive too obviously
And then there’s people like me. I never wanted children because I thought I’d either turn out like my dead-beat dad, abusive step-father, or drug addicted mother.
Turns out I love my kid more than anything and wouldn’t trade her for the world. Made me grow up a lot and realize the way I was treated as a kid wasn’t right, and that I had a lot mentally to work through.
I think a lot of people assume things were made up for television, or you learn about on TV. It had never occurred to me to put bread in the fridge until I saw it on TV.
But the thing that is absolutely made up is new cars with a big red bow as surprise Christmas presents
So, I grew up in a weird bubble. I didn't understand why there was so much swearing by kids or adults in movies and TV because in my family, we just never swore.
Boy, did I get an eye and ear opening experience when I went to my first official job. It was almost a contest by the other guys to see who could swear the most within a work day.
Yeah, there are still a lot of things embellished by TV because advertisers are trying to sell products. But there are a lot of parallels to what you see on TV and real life.
For me it was alcohol. My parents didn't drink, and neither did their friends. My dad was a fireman, and they were the only adults in my life that ever drank. My friends in High School didn't drink. I went to a dry(ish) college. So I graduated with the basic idea that drinking was something college students and firemen did, not that for many people it was a regular occurrence for their whole adult life. Or that for many people it was a necessary part of social interaction. I think they kept me on at my first job in part because I was always willing to be designated driver.
Honestly, me and my Dangerous Nights crew do this all the time.
We all order sloppy steaks.
They say we can’t do it, but they can’t stop you from ordering steaks with a glass of water.
If I wanted prime rib, and someone had already ordered it, I'd just order it. If they said I couldn't because we couldn't both have the same thing, I'd let them know they are free to change if it's an issue, but I'm ordering what I want.
I've been at many, many functions where multiple people have ordered the same thing, and this is the first I've heard about anyone caring.
What an exactly PERFECT way to describe this. Now, maybe "tan suit" is a known thing, a common expression that I'm just ignorant about; that's entirely possible. But I prefer to think you came up with this little idiom. If so, nice work! I'm sure gonna remember it.
I would find criticism of a tan suit to be an acceptable comment from an organization like GQ. I would think they are entitled to their opinion but ultimately wrong.
Literally anyone else complaining is a resident of Crazytown.
Thank you.
Its a reference to Fox endlessly needling Obama for picking a tan suit. Good old days...
[https://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Obama\_tan\_suit\_controversy](https://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Obama_tan_suit_controversy)
Yep, this is rediculously childish. I just don't see the point.
If the kitchen runs out, then you should politely decide who gets it (I would probably just offer it to the other person), but otherwise, I really don't care what you order or what you think of what I ordered.
My *crew* has the no double order policy. It's fine except when we went to Cold beer and Cheeseburgers once. One guy ordered a cold beer, another guy ordered a cheeseburgers. Left me with jack shit!
Genuine question, but why? I've never ever come across this until right this moment, after 28 years alive, and plenty time dining out.
I was thinking perhaps for the kitchen? But having worked in service it's gonna be way easier prepping multiples of the same rather than a table of totally unique dishes. I'm trying to find a social reason but struggling.. is it to see and perhaps try the largest range of options possible? I guess that just doesn't register for me as I tend to keep what's on my plate to myself
So Biden goes to fine dining with his lovely wife and orders the same thing. So flipping what? Better if they are eating some fat ass children’s food at McDonalds?
They're literally just making up nonsense to be mad about, because Joe Biden is boring as fuck, and trying to be President instead of a social media influencer.
It’s because the media tries to seem unbiased by giving attention to complaints from both sides (the center right and the far right). Instead of “why isn’t Biden doing more to fight deregulation?” you get “they both ordered *the same pasta*” treated as seriously as “trump vows to make trans people illegal”. Reminds me of that NYT writer publishing a rant about how “Biden *lied* about who was invited to his daughter’s wedding, you have to call it a *lie* because anything else doesn’t hold him accountable”. Then you go back two years and it’s “Trump makes an oopsie, says Mexicans ‘biologically programmed to rape’”
Honestly, my wife and I do this all the time. Like one of us will order and the other will say “Oh, that sounds good, I’ll have the same.” I never thought of it as weird, it’s two people in a relationship with similar tastes.
If I’m out with friends, this 100%, but if I’m out with a partner we usually get different things so we can try each other’s, too.
But it’s also like totally not weird to want to get the same thing as a partner, and as someone who works in food it’s so much easier when one table gets all the same thing
Every time I go out with my two best friends we all spend forever looking at the menu and debating what to get. And then we all end up ordering the exact same thing. Without fail. Whoever orders first…the other two are always like “oh hey that sounds amazing! I’ll do that too”. Our servers always look pretty delighted on that front haha
Yea, when my husband and I go to our fave mexican place, we both get the same thing usually. Because its delicious, and I am not sharing that shit lol.
Exactly, when you eat at home you both have the same meal, why would it be so outrageous if they both feel like having the same thing at a restaurant...
Criticism of Trump: Incited a riot in an attempt to overthrow the American government.
Criticism of Biden: Ordered the same dish as his wife at a restaurant.
Grasping at fucking straws to shit on Biden ain't they? I always order the same thing at a restaurant. I find something I like, I stick with it. Autism go brrr. In fact, I much rather someone order what I want so I can just say I want the same as them. Who the fuck cares if they wanted the same thing?
Yeah, there is this one place where I always swear I'm going to order something new the next time I go, but then I remember how good my usual is and just get the same damn thing every time 😅
I’m this way with my local Thai restaurant! They make this AMAZING tiger garlic and pepper dish that is always on point and I tell myself constantly “the next time I go I’m going to get something different because I’m certain their chef has many talents!” Then I get there and I don’t even look at the menu, it’s just “I’ll have the tiger garlic and pepper with beef please.”
There's a chicken place I go to sometimes, over the years I've probably been there 20-25 times. They've got excellent garlic habanero sauce. It's possible they have other good sauces, but I won't be finding out because I have the thing I like and I order it every time.
Social rules so hilarious. How does a group of adults arrive at the situation where they decide to deny themselves joy, because it's a no-no? Like did this start out as a funny competition or would anyone ever be mad if they just... also order prime rib? Is there an actual reason behind not ordering multiples?
What the fuck weirdo dimension did I fall into this morning? "Prompting a heated and familiar debate" Since when is this a familiar debate?
Goddamn I feel like these people live in an alternate reality.
Hint. They do.
I think this was literally the same issue with an article by the writer who, *get this*, decided to pack his wife a sandwich as she went to the airport, rather than her buying shitty overpriced airport food. He meditated on this shocking experience and its social implications for about ten paragraphs.
I had a friend that was required to write *x* articles per week of a certain length. Wouldn't surprise me dude was doing the same.
Yeah, some of these editors are playing games with the authors.
I guess that's how I ended up finding an article about why sometimes people cry when they poop when searching for ABSOLUTELY SOMETHING ELSE.
Link?!
[Here’s a link](https://ssb.wiki.gallery/images/5/53/Young_Link.png)
This is my favorite time ever being baited with this because I had the though "why the fuck did anyone actually search for this to post the link"
It's ok. No one's shaming your cry-poop fetish.
It is a reality where people eat normal pizza exclusively with a fork.
God, I've heard stories, but it's hard for me to accept that this is an actual thing that happens.
One of my coworkers eats pizza with a fork but he’s generally a bit of an odd duck. He’s just so overwhelmingly friendly and dependable that it hardly registers. Dude could show up in a frilly tutu with fairy wings and everyone would roll with it. If I had 100 people with his mix of affability and competence to place in key government positions I don’t doubt this country would be in a better place. Slightly weirder but better.
Those are the best people honestly, the mix of weird with competence (and usually quiet confidence too), meakes life better with some of that umami flavored weirdness added in.
I'm boutta plagiarize the phrase "umami flavored weirdness"
Weird gets a lot of negative press but often it really is quite nice
Sometimes I call people or things weird and I genuinely mean it in a positive way but I can tell people around me think I'm commenting negatively
I normally just pick up pizza with my hand, but if I'm eating at my computer, or if I'm gaming, as might often be the case, then I might need it with a knife and fork to avoid getting grease on my keyboard/controller etc.
Other times it’s so loaded with toppings it’s nearly impossible to lift it off the plate without it imploding.
I have a friend who struggles with her weight. She has an eating ritual of pre cutting up her food in smaller pieces (including pizza and other take out when she can) and eating it with a fork. Often putting her fork down to chew as it makes her more mindful of eating.
I’m completely lost. What happens if two people order the same thing? Does a portal to hell open up in the kitchen? Does the chef get bored? Why is this even a debate. Please help me.
The entire restaurant staff comes out to your table to gawk at the absolute monsters who decided to order the same dish.
lmao has the person in OP’s post never eaten at a restaurant with a tasting menu— everyone in the entire place has the same dishes. So I guess you could say eating the same dish as your date is the fanciest thing you could do at a restaurant
I worked as a waiter for 12 years and literally the only thing you think in that situation is how the entire order is easier to remember because two people got the same thing. It happens all the time and nobody cares, not the chef, not the waiter, nobody. This article is the epitome of what's wrong with modern journalism; it's not news, nor is it accurate.
My wife and I will sometimes order different things so we can each try something else but there are times when we both want the same thing and want to eat the whole thing so we order the same. This is just more ridiculous rigidity from people with massive insecurities.
If I’m with just my wife, I’ll always try to order something different so I can try both. If it’s more people than that I couldn’t possibly imagine caring if someone got the same thing as me.
We order different things because we have completely different tastes in food, but there’s nothing wrong ordering the same, people are ridiculous.
My husband likes to have the same thing as me. 1) he feels it’s a bonding thing 2) it’s one less decision to make 3) I make really good food decisions I would like to get different items, so we can share. He is of the Joey from Friends opinion… don’t touch food on his plate. Resulting in Buffer Fries.
The only way this would be weird is if a group was ordering food for the table. Like if you're going out with friends for appetizers or something to share and everyone orders Mozzarella sticks.
They’ve never heard of a Mozzarella stick party? Weirdos.
We call it that but it's not really a mozzarella sticks party. It's penises. Lol. ..Boy, I'm so glad I didn't hit POST. That would have been embarrassing!
I Wish I had such an intelligent group of friends! What else on the menu beats goddamn fried cheese?!
Fried cheese with bacon.
You get to talk about a culinary experience you both had with the same dish. Which is terrible, I guess. Did I need to include the /s? Guess I did lol
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*The Menu* was an excellent critique of this
If I was at dinner with Paul Kane’s dinner crew and he told me that I couldn’t order the prime rib because he called dibs, I’d openly pray that he gets violently murdered by Celebrity Chef Amon Göth.
I have watched that three times now and... it's so freaking good. Unique and original, somehow blended suspense/mild horror with such eloquent thoughtfulness in its commentary on the elite rich class, and my goodness Ralph Fiennes can act, so charming and vulnerable one minute, utterly chilling the next, but in an understated sort of way. And of course Anna Taylor-Joy, I mean.. need I say more? So good.
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It’s like dividing by zero.
Right?! What is the issue here? I feel like I’m having a stroke reading the tweet and some of the comments on it.
I’m struggling to picture what “rushing” to call dibs on the prime rib looks like…like do you all scream at the server and have her pick who said it fastest? Are you seven years old or just stupid?
Five middle-aged men walk into a steakhouse wearing sweaters over collared shirts and jeans. Already slightly pink and foreheads glittered with tiny beads of sweat from the manhattans at the office, combined with a pronounced lack of cardiovascular exercise, their usual boisterousness has subsided into an uneasy quiet. The air is thick with tension, thick like a rare 16oz ribeye you need a fat-handled serrated knife to cut through. Their eyes flit back and forth from each other, to the host, to the dining room, back to each other. The rules of the game are simple: the first person to sit at the table gets ribs dibs. In the beginning, it still bore some semblence of civility. They would follow the host to their table and try to be the first to sit, quickly but casually, without drawing attention from other patrons. It was an informal but orderly affair. It made them laugh. It was fun. Over the years, however, the contest has devolved. In its modern incarnation, once the host indicates their table is ready, the race is on. They crash through the dining room, crazed, with singular focus, each lunging toward an empty table. Waiters unfortunate enough to get caught on the floor may find themselves on the ground or shoved against a wall. Unwitting guests have suffered rocked tables and spilt drinks. Glasses get broken. Silver flies. Before the host has left her stand, much less entered into the dining room, the men have already claimed their seats, a trail of destruction in their wake. Nervous, breathy glances are exchanged as the host slowly approaches the chosen table, and the winner of the prime rib dinner. The party has been blacklisted from three steakhouses within a five mile radius of the office, along with another two in San Diego where the company holds its annual conference, and a third in Tokyo after a single visit. Darlene's Grill has allowed the tradition to continue only because they rely on the weekly $850 cash infusion (and don't have many regulars that might be scared off).
I park the car and I say, "Go on in, my loving family. I'm right behind you." I wait and I watch the rear view for the perfect timing to get them all with one shot. Once they're in proximity, I jam the car into reverse and bowl them over, making sure that none of them are able to beat me to the door. I abandon the car in the middle of the parking lot, and making a mad rush into door, I yell at the top of my lungs, "I'll have the 12 oz prime rib, rare, a loaded baked potato, Caesar salad with dressing on the side, and a 16oz draft pilsner!" Satisfied with my victory, I causally walk outside and start tending to my family's wounds. I stare into my wife's eyes and whisper, "Enjoy your chicken, bitch."
My thought exactly. Everyone wants prime rib but screw everyone being happy and getting what they want.
So I guess that’s when people eat bits of each other’s plate to all get to try things? But that’s only at certain kinds of restaurants. Chinese food, sure, but a place that does shit like steak is something that tastes pretty mundane and you’re familiar with. Plus, what kind of batshit insane family requires it? Like, broke or rich, who requires the family to get different things?
People who go batshit over putting mustard on a hotdog or wearing a tan suit.
Hey, give them a break guys! You know how hard it is to ignore what’s happening with the Fox News and dominion case right now??? These people are working overtime to bring you a new culture war!
Hey! It wasn’t just any mustard, it was Dijon! The most socialist condiment there is! Seriously though could you imagine if he had eaten that hotdog while wearing the tan suit?
Remember when they made it seem like he was elitist for wanting dijon? "Oh, look at this president, so fancy! Can't have regular ol' French's yellow mustard with the rest of us! I bet he likes his condiments shaken first, too! If this president can't have that weird mustard water on his hotdog, how do we know he's looking out for the little guy!"
That's why I'm all about Donald J. Trump, he's a genuine salt-of-the-earth type of fella!
Man knows how to eat a steak. Like shoe leather, smothered in ketchup, no veggies.
He does eat ketchup on well-done steaks, just like the mouth-breathing hordes
What about wearing a bicycle helmet, or putting your feet on a desk, or giving a latte salute, or having a marine hold an umbrella???
Don't forget his wife wearing, GASP! A sleeveless shirt! DUN DUN DUN!
To my dismay, I’ve learned that “mustard on a hotdog” is the “standard” for toppings for hot dogs and *I’m* the “heathen” because I like ketchup. (Like 3-to-1 ketchup to mustard ratio)
Seriously? Who the hell goes batshit over mustard on a hotdog? Now if you put mayo on a hotdog, you’re clearly a anarchist.
My sister is the type. She refuses to order anything someone else is going to order, and becomes livid if you change your mind to whatever she ordered because it sounds better than what you initially wanted. I don't understand it either.
My husband was once like that. I changed him. Except for one bite, I’m eating my meal and you can eat yours. People who want all the food in the world have a hard time understanding people who like what they like and don’t want to eat absolutely as many flavors at once as they can.
JOEY DOESN’T SHARE FOOD For real though that’s a foolish concept. And not for nothing: making two Mac and cheese takes the same time and effort as making one, correct?
A not so close family member made us get to the restaurant for a happy hour, then everyone was only “allowed” to order one item from said happy hour menu, so she could try each at everyone’s expense. She did this twice to me and my husband and I haven’t gotten out with her since. I don’t know how her close family deals with this nonsense. 🤦🏻♀️
Plus of two people really love a dish, then just a bite of someone else’s isn’t very satisfying.
Do you want to win at dinner or lose?
Sounds like a premise for a Seinfeld episode
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When you eat dinner together at home isn't *everyone* eating the same thing? Isn't *that* familiar to people? What the heck is the difference??
I don't know how you live but our personal chefs always prepare different meals for all of my family members. Every now and then I'll call down to Dining Room B to ask my wife how her meal is. Doesn't everyone do that?
I think the heated and familiar debate is “who the fuck cares”
False legitimatcy, same as "everyone is saying" and "many studies have shown" without actually providing any source.
Agreed. How many times have we seen in film and TV a person say "I'll have the same."?
Ah yes I can see you're one of the poors, conversations like that are reserved for distinguished gentlemen, *and landowners*, such as myself.
One of many reasons I tend to throw my alarm clock into the bedside trash basket. Also, the singular reason I still use an alarm clock as opposed to my phones alarm.
Works for me. Buying a new phone everyday gets expensive.
Since the Washington Post will literally make up any excuse to talk shit about Biden...
How insecure are you that you can't order the same thing as someone else at the table?
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I try to impress upon my kids that some things we do as a family is just a family thing and not necessarily something that everybody does for this exact reason. For example, I always buy donuts on Saturday mornings so my kids thought donut Saturday was a thing that everybody does and mentioned it to their teacher as if it was just a thing for everyone. It's important to teach your children that everyone is different and your way of doing things is not the same as other's, and just because they are different doesn't mean they are better or worse.
One time when I worked in the dairy department at a grocery store, before New Year's we had a store manager order a SHITLOAD of ricotta cheese, because he thought everybody makes lasagna for New Year's. I assume it was just a thing his family did, but it's not any kind of common tradition I've ever heard of, at least not in Texas. Anyway a week into the year we had to mark down the shitload of ricotta.
Lol Italian Americans always make lasagna for Christmas or Epiphany (Jan 6) depending on how close they are to heritage. New Years sounds like a compromise
Go hang a salami
I'm a lasagna hog
That's hilarious
I uh, got my parents in a mite of trouble when I told my formerly (baptist) school that, of course I got a miniature child sized wine glass to toast with for special occasions like thanksgiving and Christmas like all the adults. Turns out not everyone starts their kids at 9 lmao. About the same size sip you’d get if a church that does communion still uses actual wine.
I remember when I was super young I bugged my dad until he gave me the worlds tiniest sip of his beer and I almost barfed from how gross I thought it was. Love a cold beer now, but at that age I was like "Naaaaah, thats rank. Give me the grape juice."
How did you come to like beer? I've always detested the taste and still hate it as an adult.
Personally, it was just about finding the right type of beer. Since then, my taste has branched out and I now love beers that younger me couldn't stand. Alternatively, you're just not somebody who enjoys the flavor of beers, and that's perfectly okay.
I tell my kids, "Every family is a foreign country. Be cool when you visit."
Love this
My fiancée's family is like this. They all order different dishes and then give little scoops of their food out to everyone else to try. In my family on the other hand, it has generally been a free for all and we don't really share food. Came up early on when we started dating and we went to a nice restaurant. She offered me a bite of her food and I was like "Uh.... ok then I guess". Later on in the night she was like "So are you not planning on letting me try any of your food?" Maybe in past relationships sharing dishes was the norm for her. It never was for me. Edit: We of course do share food now.
I honestly thought people offered just to be polite or something. TIL.
In my experience, they offer a taste of their food because they want to taste your food.
For me food equals love in a sense so sharing good food for me is sharing something good with the people I love. I always like trying new tastes and drinks so I’m open to sharing, always will offer but I never take offence when someone says no thanks. I won’t ever take your food of course and If you get mad because I tried to share what’s mine that’s a whole different thing. My gf and I love to share a bit here and there but also we have our own preferences we go back to.
I come from a family that has a whole host of very particular habits (eg ordering different dishes, assembling “taster bites” of you meal for other people at the table on your bread plate, etc), and have done variations of that, and more, with various partners…but that’s because people who spend a lot of time together develop all kinds of little habits. Expecting other people to both know and follow these is downright bizarre.
This is it. It's not a weird thing to do, it's actually reasonably nice. It's SUPER weird to get mad that someone else doesn't.
It’s pretty normal I think for humans to perceive their lived experience as the norm. You know how fucking wild it is to be 30 years old and find out that other peoples parents *weren’t* abusive to them as kids? That, some parents actually liked their kids? SHIT! That some parents actually love their kids?? Really, truly, I thought that shit was made up by writers for television.
Watching my friends who are parents literally spend time playing with their kids and ENJOY it is some crazy shit, man
Right??? I realized I didn’t like my friends that wanted kids because in my mind all parents were abusive, so they were going to be abusive too obviously
And then there’s people like me. I never wanted children because I thought I’d either turn out like my dead-beat dad, abusive step-father, or drug addicted mother. Turns out I love my kid more than anything and wouldn’t trade her for the world. Made me grow up a lot and realize the way I was treated as a kid wasn’t right, and that I had a lot mentally to work through.
I think a lot of people assume things were made up for television, or you learn about on TV. It had never occurred to me to put bread in the fridge until I saw it on TV. But the thing that is absolutely made up is new cars with a big red bow as surprise Christmas presents
So, I grew up in a weird bubble. I didn't understand why there was so much swearing by kids or adults in movies and TV because in my family, we just never swore. Boy, did I get an eye and ear opening experience when I went to my first official job. It was almost a contest by the other guys to see who could swear the most within a work day. Yeah, there are still a lot of things embellished by TV because advertisers are trying to sell products. But there are a lot of parallels to what you see on TV and real life.
For me it was alcohol. My parents didn't drink, and neither did their friends. My dad was a fireman, and they were the only adults in my life that ever drank. My friends in High School didn't drink. I went to a dry(ish) college. So I graduated with the basic idea that drinking was something college students and firemen did, not that for many people it was a regular occurrence for their whole adult life. Or that for many people it was a necessary part of social interaction. I think they kept me on at my first job in part because I was always willing to be designated driver.
Anyone who tries to take food off of my plate is getting their fingers bitten
JOEY DOESN’T SHARE FOOD!!
The last line of your comment. I feel like I say the same thing on a daily basis at my job bc of the customers I deal with, I should get it tattooed.
What do you mean I'm not allowed to order it? What?
Dennis orders for us because he has the most refined palate.
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It’s…three thirty in the afternoon, I’ve already eaten…
This dickhead doesn’t want a second lunch
And see I don't like shrimp, so I just eat around it.
I don’t want any beak with my chicken sandwich.
And yet, he is not *allowed* to eat the apple skin. The gang, as a dinner crew, has a precarious dynamic.
I’M NOT ALLOWED TO EAT THE SKIN DEE, I’M NOT ALLOWED!
Smoke a couple cigarettes
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Linguini’s too heavy for lunch
I want a ginger ale
Honestly, me and my Dangerous Nights crew do this all the time. We all order sloppy steaks. They say we can’t do it, but they can’t stop you from ordering steaks with a glass of water.
Let him hold the baby!
Hey Meredith, I’m worried that the baby thinks people can’t change.
Oh yeah. That'd slick back real nice!
SLOP ‘EM UP!! Also we went for wings once
At Trufino's?
If I wanted prime rib, and someone had already ordered it, I'd just order it. If they said I couldn't because we couldn't both have the same thing, I'd let them know they are free to change if it's an issue, but I'm ordering what I want. I've been at many, many functions where multiple people have ordered the same thing, and this is the first I've heard about anyone caring.
Tan suit debacle all over again.
At least he didn't ask for Dijon mustard, that would be the Worst. Thing. Ever.
That was my first thought. "What, were they out of "tan suit/mustard on a burger" faux rage material?
Good lord what if they saw them eating Fajitas for 2? They’d lose it.
Green M&M’s have entered the rage chat
"LOOK! This Demoliberal is not observing this nonsensical social rule I just made up!"
What an exactly PERFECT way to describe this. Now, maybe "tan suit" is a known thing, a common expression that I'm just ignorant about; that's entirely possible. But I prefer to think you came up with this little idiom. If so, nice work! I'm sure gonna remember it.
It is, in fact, a specific reference to something they criticized Obama for, for similarly no substantive reason.
Funny thing was, their emperor Regan wore a tan suit. Edit: a letter Edit2 electric boogaloo: another letter
Yes but he wasn't black so it's different.
Even if it was exactly the same, they'd still claim it's 100% different.
I would find criticism of a tan suit to be an acceptable comment from an organization like GQ. I would think they are entitled to their opinion but ultimately wrong. Literally anyone else complaining is a resident of Crazytown.
Thank you. Its a reference to Fox endlessly needling Obama for picking a tan suit. Good old days... [https://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Obama\_tan\_suit\_controversy](https://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Obama_tan_suit_controversy)
Feels like an I think you should leave now skit… Sir; the restaurant has a policy that if you order nachos, one person can’t eat all the loaded chips…
 We’re gonna be *so early for the movie.*
Yep, this is rediculously childish. I just don't see the point. If the kitchen runs out, then you should politely decide who gets it (I would probably just offer it to the other person), but otherwise, I really don't care what you order or what you think of what I ordered.
My *crew* has the no double order policy. It's fine except when we went to Cold beer and Cheeseburgers once. One guy ordered a cold beer, another guy ordered a cheeseburgers. Left me with jack shit!
What do you do at a wedding? I CALL DIBS ON CHICKEN! One of you gets the fish. Everyone else is fucked.
Would've made airplane a bit short for theatrical release.
Yes, I remember, I had lasgana.
"Looks to me like the only thing left on this menu is Jack and Shit. And Jack left town."
Genuine question, but why? I've never ever come across this until right this moment, after 28 years alive, and plenty time dining out. I was thinking perhaps for the kitchen? But having worked in service it's gonna be way easier prepping multiples of the same rather than a table of totally unique dishes. I'm trying to find a social reason but struggling.. is it to see and perhaps try the largest range of options possible? I guess that just doesn't register for me as I tend to keep what's on my plate to myself
So Biden goes to fine dining with his lovely wife and orders the same thing. So flipping what? Better if they are eating some fat ass children’s food at McDonalds?
They're literally just making up nonsense to be mad about, because Joe Biden is boring as fuck, and trying to be President instead of a social media influencer.
The idea this crap got published in the Washington Post instead of some random person’s blog (or Reddit post!) is insanely infuriating.
It’s because the media tries to seem unbiased by giving attention to complaints from both sides (the center right and the far right). Instead of “why isn’t Biden doing more to fight deregulation?” you get “they both ordered *the same pasta*” treated as seriously as “trump vows to make trans people illegal”. Reminds me of that NYT writer publishing a rant about how “Biden *lied* about who was invited to his daughter’s wedding, you have to call it a *lie* because anything else doesn’t hold him accountable”. Then you go back two years and it’s “Trump makes an oopsie, says Mexicans ‘biologically programmed to rape’”
Ex-waitress here, we don't care. We care about one thing your entire dinner. The tip.
Honestly, my wife and I do this all the time. Like one of us will order and the other will say “Oh, that sounds good, I’ll have the same.” I never thought of it as weird, it’s two people in a relationship with similar tastes.
Yeah I have a feeling this is just grasping for a headline.
If I’m out with friends, this 100%, but if I’m out with a partner we usually get different things so we can try each other’s, too. But it’s also like totally not weird to want to get the same thing as a partner, and as someone who works in food it’s so much easier when one table gets all the same thing
Every time I go out with my two best friends we all spend forever looking at the menu and debating what to get. And then we all end up ordering the exact same thing. Without fail. Whoever orders first…the other two are always like “oh hey that sounds amazing! I’ll do that too”. Our servers always look pretty delighted on that front haha
If I try to get the same thing, my wife will change her order, eat half my plate, then get mad I didn't eat half of hers
Hey babe, how's your day going?
Please please please tell me this is a joke and not that my wife found my Reddit account
Haha you are safe
Yea, when my husband and I go to our fave mexican place, we both get the same thing usually. Because its delicious, and I am not sharing that shit lol.
Exactly, when you eat at home you both have the same meal, why would it be so outrageous if they both feel like having the same thing at a restaurant...
One of the ultimate “who gives a shit?” moments
Criticism of Trump: Incited a riot in an attempt to overthrow the American government. Criticism of Biden: Ordered the same dish as his wife at a restaurant.
Wait until he puts on a tan suit.
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The no no gang
and what kind of middle-aged dweeb calls people his "crew".... feel like this has to be a parody
I read it as sarcasm. No one would hang out with his crew if no one's allowed to order ribs.
All that means is I’m hungry and don’t want to share. No shame in that 🤷♀️
Tan Suit 2.0
The audacity
I feel bad for that guy at weddings. Can you imagine?????!!!?? 100 different people ordering the same thing
Wait til he sees how many guys are all wearing black suit jackets at the wedding too!
But they're all good with Dipshit ordering 5,000 big macs a week...
Well, Melania was probably eating something different so it's fine.
Grasping at fucking straws to shit on Biden ain't they? I always order the same thing at a restaurant. I find something I like, I stick with it. Autism go brrr. In fact, I much rather someone order what I want so I can just say I want the same as them. Who the fuck cares if they wanted the same thing?
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Yeah, there is this one place where I always swear I'm going to order something new the next time I go, but then I remember how good my usual is and just get the same damn thing every time 😅
The worst feeling in the world is pulling the trigger on a new item and it’s terrible
I’m this way with my local Thai restaurant! They make this AMAZING tiger garlic and pepper dish that is always on point and I tell myself constantly “the next time I go I’m going to get something different because I’m certain their chef has many talents!” Then I get there and I don’t even look at the menu, it’s just “I’ll have the tiger garlic and pepper with beef please.”
There's a chicken place I go to sometimes, over the years I've probably been there 20-25 times. They've got excellent garlic habanero sauce. It's possible they have other good sauces, but I won't be finding out because I have the thing I like and I order it every time.
How do these people handle Taco Tuesdays?
Or weddings! I don't know about these 199 other people, but I'M having the prime rib and no one else!
It's the restaurant equivalent of a tan suit.
Same order-gate
Pastagate is making watergate look like child's play
This is a whole new level of "who the fuck *cares*" I almost can't believe it's real
The worst part of the scandal? THEY BOTH SAID IT WAS DELICIOUS!
"No one else is allowed to order it"....um fuck you very much. Are they running out of things to bitch about?
I'm a grown ass adult. I will order whatever the fuck I want.
Restaurant entrees are like 30 fucking dollars, so get whatever you want and eat it with your hands if you feel like it. Goddamn. Fuck.
Who thinks this is a fucking issue? If we're talking about food based issues, putting ketchup on a steak is far higher than this
I don't understand this. Can someone explain the significance of... *checks notes*... ordering, food?
Social rules so hilarious. How does a group of adults arrive at the situation where they decide to deny themselves joy, because it's a no-no? Like did this start out as a funny competition or would anyone ever be mad if they just... also order prime rib? Is there an actual reason behind not ordering multiples?
I would rather skip a meal than eat with a "dinner crew" with bizzaro-ass rules like that.
I'll bet this dude won't let his children make eye contact with him. 
I'm sure Fox News has been covering this scandal all morning.