Itโ€™s that time of year again where I go to random restaurants to tell random women, โ€œSo this is why you cancelled our date?โ€, while theyโ€™re out with their significant others.

I love when the restaurant bathroom has different music playing than the restaurant. Itโ€™s like Iโ€™m going to Club Pee Pee.

I like the concept of restaurant appetizers: “Bring me something to eat. And bring me something else to eat while I’m waiting.”

I’ve started taking a brisk walk straight after dinner and it’s saving me an absolute fortune on restaurant bills.

The rainforest cafe wonโ€™t be authentic enough for me if they donโ€™t bulldoze 40% of the restaurant while Iโ€™m there.

Who called it asking the waiter about the specials and not retrieving data from the server?

Iโ€™m sorry you had a bad experience at our restaurant. To make it up to you, here is a coupon for more of our terrible, terrible food.

Go ahead. Order anything you want. Money is no object when we dine at IKEA.

Saving up ketchup packets in the fridge so I can one day open my own restaurant.

Restaurants: put your phone down, live in the moment. Also, scan our QR code and browse our menu.

Pretty sure the guy in front of me at McDonaldโ€™s ordered the rest of the food.

Fancy restaurants are self-esteem destroyers because good luck not leaving an embarrassing stain on the white table cloth. Ever.