I am a restaurant menu decidophobe

Tanya's Tales

By Tanya Brown / Weyburn This Week
June 6, 2014 01:00 AM

It's a problem. Making decisions, regardless of how large or small they are has never been easy for me.

Restaurant menus make me anxious.

Prior to going out with friends, I try to decide what it is I want, however, it rarely works.

We get to the restaurant, and we're having a good time.

Until my friends hear those words escape my mouth

"I'm not sure what I want, I'm so indecisive"

And it's that moment they realize that they're gonna be there for a while.

I frequently find myself in that place, paralysed as my eyes flit between the pastas and pizzas? Eventually one of my friends will pipe up with something inane such as "What do you feel like?"

That's when I feel like...throwing the oversized pepper grinder at them.

I usually end up being the last one of my group to decide on what to order in a restaurant, and that's after a consult with the wait staff.

My poor starving peers have to wait...and wait... and wait some more for me to make decisions that they have already made. Some are on their second drink waiting for me to decide.

My indecisive menu choosing can turn my dining experience into a swirling vortex of torment and fear. Menus can be intimidating.

I look over the menu, deciding on the steak.... finally. Then the questions start coming, more decisions, more anxiety.

"And how would you like that done?" the waitress asks.

"Umm... rare."

"And for your side?"

"What are the options?" - Oh no, here's where I start to get information overload and feel my palms getting a little sweaty from the decisions I have to make on the fly.

"You have a choice of potato, baked, mashed, loaded, rice, fries, sweet potato fries, onion rings."

"Good grief, what was the first one again?"

"Baked?"

"No, I'll have rice please."

"Salad - tossed, spinach or Caesar?"

Really? When are these going to end?

"Tossed please."

"And, what kind of dressing?"

Stop the insanity!! But I have to ask.

"What kinds do you have?"

"House, ranch -

"I'll have ranch."

She takes the menu pile and leaves. I'm feeling really good about my decisions and enjoy conversation with my friends while waiting for the server to return with our orders.

A while later, the plates start coming out.

As much as I feel this is what I wanted... one of my friends has a chicken dish that looks amazing.

Enter: Order Envy.

I wish I would have ordered that instead.


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