... so it's really quite ironic that Ravenous Pig is the name of the restaurant where I ate lunch the other day. Is that not the most tacky fabulous name for an eating establishment EVER?
Prior to getting together, my "dining companion" had marked the date on his on his work calendar as follows:
1pm - Lunch with Deanne (Ravenous Pig)
So, on the morning of our date, his assistant opened his calendar, saw what he had written, and let him know she thought it was highly inappropriate for him to refer to me as such. Apparently, she hadn't heard of the place, and thought his notation was descriptive in nature, along the lines of: Kimberly (Hot Fox) or Josephine (Psychotic Dog).
The truffle fries rock, by the way.