So A Guy Walks Into A Bar…


I’m not trying to turn this into a dating blog, but this comes from the REALLY?? department, and it has to do with food.

A friend meets a guy for a blind date at Bar Veloce in the East Village. She gets there first. She orders a glass of wine.

The date arrives. He orders a glass of wine. They talk for a moment and then he says: “I’m going to get something to eat.” He proceeds to open the menu, call over the bartender and order a tomato panino.

Never once does this guy — a 40-something year old who’s lived in Manhattan all his life — ask my friend if she’s hungry or if she’d like to eat something, too.

The sandwich arrives. It’s sliced into four identical square pieces. He eats the sandwich. Never once does this guy — whom I’m beginning to think is barbaric — ask her if she would like one of the pieces.

She finishes her glass of wine. “OK then,” she says. “I’m gonna go. See ya.”

There’s just something about this story that hits me hard, especially as a food lover. Food and dining is all about friends sharing. I could just never ever see myself at a restaurant ordering something just for myself and not even asking if my companion wants something too.

And for those of you who might say “Keep your mitts off my dinner plate,” I’m not even talking about sharing what’s already been ordered. I’m talking about sharing in a meal together.

Being the food obsessed person that I am, I asked my friend what else was on the tomato panino.

“I have no idea,” she said. “Remember, I didn’t taste it.”


About Author

Liz Johnson is content strategist for The Journal News and, and the founding editor of lohudfood, formerly know as Small Bites. As food editor, she won awards from the New York News Publishers Association, the Association of Food Journalists and the Associated Press. She lives in Nyack with her husband and daughter on a tiny suburban lot they call their farm — with fruit trees, an herb garden, and a yardful of lettuce, tomatoes, onions, shallots, cucumbers, zucchini, radishes, cabbage, peppers, Brussels sprouts and carrots and four big blueberry bushes.


  1. He wasn’t selfish. He was just an uninterested stupid jerk. In a way she’s a lucky girl he wasn’t a PHONY jerk and she wasted a night of phony pleasantries with this guy. He showed who is was right away. A true cretin.

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