Last month I ventured on a date with 6'4'' (a staggering13 inch differential) in yet another attempt at finding someone who, at the very least, I could sit still enough through the entree long enough to not conjure an emergency story to escape as early as possible. Due to my date's lack of foresight, we found ourselves waiting for 45 minutes at an adjoining bar before they even called our name. Which meant that at the moment the hostess jotted our names down, I was locked in for a good 2:50 (it actually came to over 3:15 if you include the car ride there and back). The food of course was delicious, and I personally recommend the Pearl Dive Oyster Palace for its variety of oyster platters and po' boys, but as you will agree, good food - awkward date - reservations = marathon first date. We all love those dates where time flies and you're taking a cab in the wee hours due to the wine-induced giddiness and dopamine rush of a quality first date, but here I experienced the anti-thesis: the marathon first date.
Moral of the Story: Make reservations.
Corollary Moral of the Story: Find out whether he made reservations, and if he hasn't, take matters into your own hands and call the restaurant. Trust me, you will thank yourself later.
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