step into my shoes why don't you?

I'm the winner of the free dinner with ameretto on monday night but i'm not in BKK then.He's still giving out this free dinner to, next best,i guess.
See his post re:- checklist.

I'd love to have dinner with amaretto!
I'd even behave.
Not like the time, when I was a cute twigget, a dear old friend, I'd known for about ten minutes, named John--How can I remember that far back? I called them all, John--took me to dinner at the Savoy.
After I drank the finger-bowl--Tasted a bit soapy: too much cilantro, I think--I ordered:
A big bottle (I hadn't then heard the word, Magnum, thought it was named for a t.v. detective.) of Tatty--something-or-other Champagne,
shrimp cocktail,
lobster bisque,
Caesar salad,
a king crab,
fillet mignon (Ladies cut: must not over-do.),
lionized potatoes,
asparagus with holand-daisy sauce,
the cheese tray (Just the bloody tray. I hate cheese!),
chocolates,
coffee,
a B & B,
strawberries Rim-`em-off,
and flamin' crepe Suzettes!
John sweetly asked, "Does your mother feed you like this when you're at home?"
I replied, "No, Baby! But my Mama don't `spect to do me after dinner!"

As it turned out, my eyes were bigger than my stomach. I was so ill he had to send me home in a taxi.

But I did my best to make it up to him.
Next night; I took him to my favorite Soho restaurant: Wimpie's.

I was so ill he had to send me home in a taxi.

that was after just looking at your face dear.

next time order "Chicken In The Basket".

I was so ill he had to send me home in a taxi.
that was after just looking at your face dear.

Yes, I was quite green. :sad3:



next time order "Chicken In The Basket".

For a moment I thought you meant #32 at ...... bar--But I believe he's known as, Chicken-in-the-rough--so I take it you are inviting me to dinner. We must be moving up in the world; last time you took me to a push-cart for noodle soup--And made me pay for the noodles! :crybaby: