The only thing I could think of that I wanted for dinner tonight was Vietnamese summer rolls. Unfortunately, Shane is the kind of person who will forever forsake a restaurant, store, airline (etc.) after just one bad experience. Shane did not want Vietnamese from Thai Son (and there are very few airlines he will permit us to fly).
Shane is not beyond compromise, however. He and Rose had sushi from Spicy Shallot, and I got my summer rolls from Thai Son. Somehow our compromise added up to a hell of a lot of money.
Aside from the expense, the most notable part of dinner was when Shane attempted to teach Rose how to use chopsticks. After about 15 minutes he said “I’m starving, and I feel like I’m not getting anywhere with this.” I told him I was impressed that he even tried, and Rose went back to eating with her training chopsticks and fingers.
I like that Shane. I like his will.