Going out to eat is usually so great. You get all dressed up, catch up with your friends, eat amazing food, maybe have a drink or two - What could be better, right?
Well, I've been trying to eat more veggies since the New Year, so lately when I go out, I always order a salad with my meal.
Some salads are a meal all their own, and some salads, well, shouldn't even be given the dignity or respect of being called a salad.
The other day, I went to a fairly nice restaurant. The waitress brought me my "garden salad," and when I looked at it, all I saw was iceberg lettuce (gasp) and 3 cherry tomatoes. THREE! And they weren't even sweet or firm or sliced. I think they forgot the garden part.
This was the sorriest excuse for a salad I had ever seen. Want to hear the rest? Then read more
