When someone leans across the table to dunk their naan in your curry sauce -the curry sauce you were saving until the end, to enjoy as your last bite – you just want to scream.
You’re fully prepared to walk out of a restaurant if presented with a menu of dishes followed by the waiter saying: “We’d recommend five or six dishes to start, between you.”
The eating of chips is a nuanced dance concerning the right amounts of vinegar, salt and sauce. If there’s bowl of fries to share, you just know someone is going to get ketchup in the mayo and you’re going to have to tut aggressively at them.
when i don’t want to share my drink or food: “idk, i don’t think you’ll like it”
You can’t be dealing with the etiquette around ‘the shame’ – that last morsel of a shared dessert everyone is too awkward to just scoff. This wouldn’t happen if everyone had just ordered their own sticky toffee pudding.
No, you don’t want to split a mushroom rice and peshwari naan at the Indian. Yes, you are hungry enough to finish both portions all on your own.
Anyone who hovers over your dinner with their own fork and asks to ‘just have a taste’ will cease to be your friend/family member from this point onward.
Taking myself on a date tomorrow, don’t gotta share my food