my partner left early this week for a ridiculously long trip to ghana (that's a post unto itself). we decided that it would be nice to spend time together and have one last dinner, albeit an early one because of her flight time, before she flew off. that's when we entered what had to be a "hidden camera" show or maybe the pilot episode of - the producers of "dancing with the stars" bring you "dining with the infirmed."
our fellow diners included a woman with casts on both arms who could hardly lift food to mouth and her male dining companion who did nothing to help. but the best by far was the slightly past middle age gentleman and his wife who sat right beside us. this man had SEVERE regurgitation and, instead of excusing himself, complained loudly about his current state while burping and vomiting into an empty bowl and multiple cloth napkins. his wife, disinterested at best and abusive at worst, offered these two sentences of support - "i'll call your gastroenterologist when we get home" and "i'm going to eat your french fries." i guarantee that ted's montana grill will not be asking these four patrons to appear in promos!
**by the way - really crappy restaurant!
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