Mountain Oysters

I don't even know where to begin so let me start with I'm sorry.  I will safely say that our last dinner outing really crapped the bed.  I realize that I didn't make the choice to go to Magnolia's Raw Bar & Grille.  I mean who spells grill with an E?  That's not the point.  The point is I should have put my foot down and offered another option.  In my defense, when you're standing around on a Saturday night with a group of tired and hungry individuals discussing restaurant options there's always a risk for things to go south quickly.  I had no idea we were headed in that direction.

I get it.  You're upset and understandably disappointed but I hope that this whole scenario doesn't blow it for us.  I agree that its way too early in our relationship for this kind of shenanigans and I'm ready and willing to make it up to you.  I don't want you to think that I take food lightly.  It's quite the contrary.  Normally I would take you to a restaurant where food born illness isn't an embarrassing health risk.  I should have known when they seated us.  The aroma of stale old bay seasoning with a hint of e. coli prompted my desperation to abort but I was outnumbered! I was weak and I hate confrontation.  Alas, I will pay for any dry cleaning charges you may have incurred or that bottle of Pepto-Bismol you probably had to buy. 

The good things is I know we can get past this.  We can look at it as a learning experience.  That street corner will be forever erased from our reality despite the fact that the it's scar remains on a city block.  When we see that odd looking hybrid shrimplobster sitting in a martini glass we will shudder with fear and keep walking.  I will make you a promise that from this point forward there will be no more shenanigans like that.