...Ordering off of the menu...

...I was in S.F., taking depositions...they went on all week.

...The last day, I staggered back to my Hotel, exhausted and frustrated. The case had gotten more complex, and perplexing. I wrote up notes, and then laid on my bed, letting my mind process what I had heard...and getting more frustrated. I had thought that I had the other side in a corner...but I would have to do more work.

I just laid on the bed for a while, and then got up, cleaned myself up and put on my 'night evening' makeup, and went to the dining room.
...I was escorted to a small table, and handed a menu. I looked at the items...but my mind was too unfocused...I was thinking about the damn case!!!! A waiter came over a couple times, and I just said that I hadn't decided. I then made up my mind, and told the waiter...
..."You decide, I have no food allergies, and I like seafood."
...I was then served one of the BEST MEALS I have ever had!!!

...He brought me a nice assortment of dishes, one after the other...there was just one item on each one...I think that the Chef was having fun...the food was VERY good. I gobbled it down, and sipped the wine that he brought me.
...I handed over my personal credit card for the meal...and handed the waiter a nice sum of cash. I told the waiter, "Share this with the Chef, please." He pulled back my chair, and I smiled at him as I walked back to my room.
...I suspect that the waiter and the Chef enjoyed that evening. I did look cute back then, and I was eating whatever was set in front of me...and none of it was on the menu.