Mrs M and I went out for dinner the other night, with an old friend and her new chap and another friend of hers who we like very much. So nice company.
The restaurant was a local Japanese, where you’re expected to share plates. Which we did, and it was excellent food, beautifully presented, but tiny servings. Mrs M and I walked home afterwards both feeling that we hadn’t had enough to eat, and that we’d have to fill up with a piece of toast (with our cup of tea while we watched Unforgotten).
Personally I’d rather choose something from a menu and have my own plate of food in front of me, and share if someone wanted to try it (I usually do this anyway) and have the option of sampling someone else’s if they offer.
One problem with the place we went to was that there were 5 of us but everything came in plates of 4 things – dumplings, sushi etc. So unless there was some awkward conversation about “who wants just half” and even more awkward slicing, someone had to miss out.
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