Today is my husband Scott's birthday. We went to his favorite steakhouse for dinner. When we got there, the place was jam packed and the only table open was a booth by the bar. I was tempted to wait because the last time we were seated in the bar I was so uncomfortable jammed in the miniature booth. This place was built in the 1940's and the booths are tiny.
Scott said the booth was fine before I could object. We were seated at the same booth as we were a couple of years ago. There were a good 6 inches between me and the table. Yay. :-)
I ordered the smallest thing on the menu (a 6 oz. filet), barely touched my potatoes, nibbled at the salad, didn't have any bread, just had a few bites of a shared piece of chocolate cake, and I STILL left quite full. I love my band!!!