Are you shitting me???

Somewhere on the coast of Southern California sits a fish restaurant where the absurd is engaged and sanity frequently 86'd. But in the observations of humanity bits of humor are found.

This is a rare one. The boyfriend eats meat. The girlfriend does not. She doesn't deter the bf from ordering it out. She does require keeping the menu at the table. Not for reference she keeps it, but defense. She puts the menu up on the table as a wall between the two of them so they can eat dinner 'together'. Now and again she peeks around the Great Barrier/Beef to make conversation and flirt. It's reminiscent of Pyramus and Thisbe, n'cest pas?