It's true. I am an enormous pain in the tush when it comes to food, especially meat. Just like Meg Ryan in When Harry Met Sally, "on the side" is very big with me. I also have a hard time trying to choose what I want if I'm down to two choices, and try to influence Mr. Babe to order one of them so that I can have some. It rarely works, btw. Or, worse, I like to ask for sustitutes. If the veal marsala comes with polenta, but the veal piccata doesn't, for example, I will ask the waiter to switch the sides for me. I also have the absolutely disgusting habit of knocking things over in restaurants, like the beverages, usually immediately after the waiter pours.

Doesn't that make you want to eat out with me really, really soon???