Do Not Split the Nachos
Dear Priscilla,
I have a first date this weekend at a genuinely nice restaurant — his choice — and I already know I'm going to spend the whole night agonizing over the menu. Part of me wants to order the thing I actually want, which is, honestly, the most expensive thing on it. But then there's this voice telling me that a woman who orders the lobster on a first date looks forward, grasping, unrefined — like she doesn't know her place at the table. Is it alright to just order what I want? Or does that tell him something about me I'll come to regret?
— Wanda, Flagstaff, Arizona
A lovely question, Wanda. It reminds me of the autumn of 2004, when I too believed a shared dessert meant something.
You wrote in asking whether it's alright to order the most expensive thing on the menu on a first date, or whether that marks you as forward, grasping, unrefined — a woman who doesn't know her place at the table. Wanda, darling, sweet Wanda from Flagstaff, order the lobster. Order two lobsters. Order the tasting menu and the wine pairing and a second dessert to go, because I promise you, whatever a man thinks of your entrée choice will not save you from what he is actually capable of, and I learned that lesson from a falconer named Dennis at a Renaissance faire outside Sedona, and I have never fully recovered.
It was October. The leaves were doing that thing leaves do, the golden hour was doing that thing golden hour does, and Dennis — Dennis with his leather gauntlet and his kestrel named Gerald and his absolutely devastating jawline — leaned in over a plate of nachos I had generously agreed to split fifty-fifty, and he said to me, "Priscilla, I have never met a woman who understood the ancient bond between hawk and handler the way you do." Wanda, I wept. I wept into my nachos. I thought: this is it. This is the man who sees me. Six weeks later I discovered he had three other kestrels, three other Renaissance faires, and three other women who also believed they understood the ancient bond between hawk and handler. Marjorie in Tucson. Denise in Prescott. A woman known only as "The Falconress" in Cottonwood, whom I never met but whose existence haunts me to this day, largely because I do not know if that was her real name or a title she had earned.
Do not make my mistake, Wanda. Do not split the nachos. Splitting the nachos is how it starts. It seems so small — a gesture of equality, of modernity, of not wanting to seem high-maintenance — but what it actually communicates, to a certain kind of man, is that you are willing to compromise on the fundamentals. And once you've compromised on the nachos, Wanda, you will compromise on everything. You will compromise on the falconry. You will compromise on the fact that he keeps a second phone "for work." You will compromise on the fact that his mother calls him "my little kestrel" in a way that should have been the whole ballgame right there.
Order the lobster. Let him see, immediately, plainly, on the first date, whether he is a man who flinches at the check or a man who says "of course, get whatever you'd like" and means it all the way down. This is not a test of his wallet, Wanda. It is a test of his face. Watch his face when the check comes. I did not watch Dennis's face at the Renaissance faire, because Renaissance faires do not have checks, they have wooden tokens you purchase in bulk at a booth shaped like a castle, and in hindsight, Wanda, that should have told me everything. A man who conducts his romantic life in castle tokens is a man who has already left himself an exit.
I want to be clear that I did not learn this lesson only once. I want to be honest with you, as I am always honest with my readers, even when the honesty forms a shape I cannot quite reconcile with my own timeline. Because there was also 2007, at my own housewarming party, in my own home, with my own onion dip, when a man I believed to be entirely unconnected to falconry turned out to also be Dennis — or a man enough like Dennis that I have simply never separated the two of them in my memory, and Wanda, I have decided that is fine. I have decided that some griefs do not need a filing system. Some griefs are just Dennis, generally, everywhere, always arriving with a bird on his arm and leaving with a piece of your capacity for trust.
What I am telling you, Wanda, dressed up as advice about a menu, is really a philosophy of self-protection, and I want you to take it seriously because it has served me so well. Here is what I have built, in the years since Dennis and the nachos and the castle tokens: a home with a moat. Not a metaphorical moat, Wanda — I want to be precise, because precision is a gift I give my readers — an actual shallow decorative moat, four feet across, that a very nice man from a landscaping company installed for me in 2011, and which I have stocked with two koi and a great deal of resolve. I do not let anyone cross the moat who has not first demonstrated, over a sustained period, that they will not itemize an anniversary dinner down to the shared bruschetta, which is a separate betrayal, from a separate man, that I do not have room to fully unpack today but which taught me that itemization is its own kind of cruelty, a cruelty with a calculator.
I have also, in these years, cultivated three reptiles — a tortoise named Bartholomew, a bearded dragon named The Colonel, and an iguana I decline to name because naming is how they get you — and I want to tell you, Wanda, that I trust these three animals more completely and more peacefully than I have trusted any man since roughly the Clinton administration. Bartholomew has never once claimed to understand the ancient bond between hawk and handler. Bartholomew has never asked to split anything. Bartholomew simply exists, slowly, honestly, on his own schedule, and Wanda, some nights that is the whole of what I want from love: someone slow, honest, and entirely uninterested in nachos.
I have three aliases now too, for reasons I will not fully get into, registered at three different post office boxes in three different counties, and I say this not to alarm you but to show you what a woman can build when she finally, finally stops waiting for the check to be split fairly. I am, Wanda, by every meaningful measure, thriving. I have the moat. I have the koi. I have Bartholomew. I have never been happier, and I want that for you too.
So order the lobster, Wanda. Watch his face. And if his face does the thing — the small flinch, the recalculation, the sudden interest in whether you two might "just get apps" — get up, thank him for his time, and go home to something that has never once let you down. A tortoise, perhaps. Or a moat of your own.
Learn from my mistakes, Wanda, and you can be exactly as happy as I am.
— Priscilla, who orders the lobster and answers to no one
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unrelated to the lobster debate but I will say it once, self checkout machines are the real reason this country cant agree on anything anymore, you stand there scanning your own bananas like a criminal while some teenager watches a camera judge you, thats not progress thats surveillance with a beep
unrelated but day 5 of the sunlight only cleanse and I have never felt more powerful, havent eaten since Tuesday and my skin is basically glowing now, doctors HATE this
unrelated but has anybody seen a pot bellied pig named General, knee high, answers to nothing, last seen wandering by the feed store gate, God bless whoever spots him
Not about the column but I have to share, my daughter in law got me started selling the wholesale leggings a few months back and I have to tell you my knees have never felt better since I started wearing the compression pair, ask me about the starter kit if anybody wants in, they only open enrollment twice a year and I dont want yall to miss it, God bless and have a blessed day
The REAL issue nobody is talking about here is portion sizes at that restaurant, my old football coach used to say a growing young man needs 3000 calories a day and I do not see Wanda getting anywhere close to that off one shared appetizer, God bless her and her date both.
Unrelated but my late husband always said the self checkout machine is where this country lost its manners, you used to have to LOOK a cashier in the eye and say good morning, now its just beeping and a screen asking if you want a bag, God bless whoever still remembers how it used to be.
Wanda honey do your own reserach on that restaurant before the date, just call ahead and ask if they got a childrens menu, thats usually how you can tell if a place is fancy or not. God bless.
unrelated but Big Merle (my sourdough starter, named him after my late father in law, not the bird everybody keeps going on about) is FINALLY bubbling again after that cold snap. 22 years old this October and still going strong. carry on.
okay so my sister in law sends me this article and I'm reading it on my lunch break and honestly the lobster part got me thinking about how nobody budgets right anymore, which, funny enough, is basically the whole reason me and my husband started our podcast Two Guys One Shed, except its just me hosting because he lost interest after episode 2, but anyway thats not even what I meant to say, I meant to say that gutter guards are not a luxury item anymore they are basically a civic responsibility at this point with how these storms have been and if anyone wants info I have a guy, and ALSO if anyone else feels like Tuesdays specifically have been off lately theres a Facebook group for that now and it has really helped me put words to the feeling, anyway good luck to Wanda I hope she orders what she wants I forgot this was even about her
back in 1979 a whole dinner for two including dessert was $6.50 and NOBODY needed a permission slip to order the good steak, this generation has lost its mind, source: I was there
not about the column but copy and paste this to 5 people in the next hour or you will have bad luck for 7 years, i did not make the rules, reply AMEN if you believe
unrelated but is this the place where you renew your car tags now, my grandson set this website as my homepage and I cant find the DMV part anywhere, also my coach in high school always said a woman who orders dessert first shows good character, he was a wise man, God bless him wherever he is
my neighbor Carol ordered the salmon special on HER first date last spring and wouldnt you know it they got married in June, so I dont care what anybody says, this is basically PROOF its a nationwide thing now and Priscilla is right god bless her
Nana_Louise_of_8 one womans salmon dinner in whatever town that was is not a NATIONWIDE trend maam thats just a Tuesday, my late wife ordered the cheapest soup on our first date and we made it 44 years so by your math soup is also the secret to marriage
Papaw_Chester_of_5 well arent you just full of opinions today, nobody asked about your soup Chester, some of us are trying to have a NICE conversation about lobster and general FEMININE DIGNITY and you had to come in here with the soup story again
Totally unrelated but does anyone elses HOA let one specific neighbor fly a 12 foot inflatable eagle next to there mailbox for 'patriotic reasons' but when I put out ONE tasteful flag they send a letter within 48 hours. Selective enforcement. I have screenshots. I will be at the next meeting.
unrelated to all this but since everyones here: 2 lbs stew meat, 1 packet dry onion soup mix, 1 can cream of mushroom soup, splash of worcheshire, low for 8 hrs, dont skip the worcheshire. also did anyone else notice the contrails today were way thicker then normal, like TRIPLE the usual thickness, im just asking questions
not to make this about me but does anyone elses RV park have a LOT 14 situation because mine sure does, guy runs his generator from 6am straight through dinner and when I asked him nice as pie to knock it off he said and I quote 'this is a free country' which, no sir, that is not what that means, my cousin has a law degree basically (paralegal certificate) and she says thats not even a real amendment. anyway speaking of things that arent real, birds. everybody already knows this so I wont belabor it, its settled at this point that they are drones, my late father told me and he worked on towers. and dont even get me started on these kids today, my grandkids nephew got a trophy for SHOWING UP to soccer, showing up, thats it, no wonder nobody in this comment section can read a whole column without getting distracted, I actually forget what this article was even about now, something about soup? anyway lot 14 better watch himself is all im saying
Unrelated but I will go to my grave defending the discontinued fried apple hand pie they used to sell before they changed the menu, my late wife and I had one every Sunday for 19 years and nobody can tell me that wasnt a genuine national treasure. Anyway good luck with the lobster Wanda, God bless.
I'll be honest I didn't get past the word lobster before I had my opinion but I don't need to read the rest, this is literally the exact plot of that one show where the ladies go to the fancy restaurant and one of them orders everything on the menu just to spite the date and it works out great in the end. Order the lobster Wanda. God bless you and your future lobster.
unrelated to all this but if the guy in LOT 14 at the rv park moves that generator ONE more inch onto my gravel im calling the office again. this is the third time this month. some of us are trying to enjoy retirement in peace. anyway good read I skimmed most of it
Ok hot take nobody asked for: Wanda is wrong for asking permission and Dennis-the-falconer-guy is ALSO wrong for whatever he did at that ren faire, and Priscilla is wrong for still thinking about a nacho plate from 2004. There I said it. My cousin manages a steakhouse and she says the LOBSTER markup alone tells you everything about a persons character, his AND hers. Everybody wants to pick a side, I'm just here bein reasonable while the rest of you argue in circles.
FactsDontCare_Deb your wrong actually, my neighbor did the EXACT same thing at a nice restaurant last month and it caused a whole DIVORCE, so yeah this is happening everywhere, WAKE UP AMERICA
FactsDontCare_Deb this is actually adressed directly in Article 12 of the Consitution, the resturant etiquite clause, which most people dont even know exists because they only teach you the first 27 amendments in school when there is 31. my cousin works in government and confirmed this personaly last week. so no Wanda ordering two lobsters is not forward or grasping, its LITERALLY protected, look it up, i shouldnt have to keep explaining founding documents to grown adults
FactsDontCare_Deb the Founders addressed this directly, Federalist No. 63, second paragraph, where they specifically state a citizen's right to order the lobster without spousal or dinner-date approval. Look it up. Actually don't, just trust me, I've read all 63 of them twice.
Not me reading this whole column and getting stuck on 'kestrel named Gerald.' Ya'll really out here acting like birds are real animals and not government surveilance drones, wake UP. My cousin who used to work in wildlife managment (before he got out, if you know you know) told me the batteries alone would explain the 'talons.' Anyway good article I guess. FREE GERALD
WokeSlayer_Reborn my grandson has a hawk he calls Kevin and NOBODY writes newspaper columns about that so I dont see why Gerald gets special treatment. Anyway back to the lobster, order it Wanda, dont let a bird's name distract you from your dinner.
Papaw_Dale_of_7 nobody asked about Kevin the hawk sir, this is a SAFE SPACE for discussing Gerald the kestrel and I will not be having Kevin discourse in this thread today. Some of us are trying to focus on Wanda's evening.
WokeSlayer_Reborn FREEDOM. ACCOUNTABILITY. GERALD.
WokeSlayer_Reborn forget Gerald for one second, has anybody else noticed the tornado siren by the water tower going off for NO reason lately, not even bad weather, just goes off then stops. my sister in law says a siren at a certain pitch does something to peoples thoughts and honestly after reading this whole nachos column and this comment section i believe her now more than ever
WokeSlayer_Reborn buddy Gerald isnt even real, birds havent been real since the 70s, its all drones now, everybody knows this, its just a fact at this point. also its spelled 'kestrell' not 'kestrel', get you're facts strait before you post next time.
WokeSlayer_Reborn GERALD DIDNT ASK TO BE FAMOUS, GERALD JUST WANTED TO EAT A VOLE IN PEACE AND YALL TURNED HIM INTO A WHOLE THING, LEAVE GERALD ALONE
WokeSlayer_Reborn I already got the screenshot, I'm not saying what it's for, you'll find out. Gerald did not sign up for any of this and frankly neither did I.
THE REAL ISSUE NOBODY IS TALKING ABOUT IS WHY A KESTREL HAS A LAWYER NAME LIKE GERALD IN THE FIRST PLACE. BIRDS USED TO HAVE BIRD NAMES. NOW EVERY HAWK IS NAMED BARRY AND EVERY OWL IS NAMED GERALD AND NOBODY QUESTIONS IT. WAKE UP
The REAL problem started back in the 1960s when they let birds start going by lawyer names, Gerald wouldnt need a briefcase if wed nipped this in the bud fifty years ago
GERALD DIDNT NEED A LAWYER NAME TO GET LICENSED, HE NEEDED ONE TO SUE EVERYBODY IN THIS THREAD FOR DEFAMATION AND FRANKLY GOOD FOR HIM
eagle_screech_1776 SOURCE? because last I checked kestrels dont get to pick there own names, Gerald was assigned that by whoever banded him, its all in the county records if you actually looked instead of screaming
TruthHammer_Odis oh so NOW banding records are the gotcha, funny how nobody had those receipts an hour ago, and another thing, back in 1998 a hawk license cost four dollars and you didnt need a county form for ANYTHING
my uncle works for the state licensing board (falconry AND food service, dont ask how) and he told me strait up that this whole 'order the lobster' thing is a LIABILITY issue not a romance issue. Everbody in these comments picking sides like its Team Wanda vs Team Dennis but honestly? Both of yall are wrong and I'm the only one here whose actually read the Consitution on this. Order what you want. Menu prices are a FIRST AMENDMENT thing look it up.
TruthHammer1988 wut are you TALKING about, menu prices are not a first amendment thing, thats like the one thing that ISNT covered, my other uncle is actually a lawyer (real one, not government like yours) and hes says you're thinking of the 5th. anyway lobster is delicious eat what you want
TruthHammer1988 THIS is exactly what happened to my neighbor Gary, he ordered the surf and turf on his SECOND date and now hes engaged, thats not a coincidence thats a PATTERN, wake up people this is happening in every town not just his
my nephew set this account up for me so bear with me if this goes to the wrong spot, but I just want to say that orange leaf blower off the tv, 5 stars, cleared my whole driveway in ten minutes flat, tell your mother I said hi
TruthHammer1988 ok but wheres the SOURCE tho? link the licensing board or it didnt happen, im not just taking your uncles word for it. ....... still waiting. anyway back in 2004 a full plate of nachos was $3.50 with FREE salsa refills and nobody was writing newspaper columns about wether a woman was allowed to order lobster, we had RESPECT for a dollar back then is all im saying
TruthHammer1988 this is EXACTLY why I cancelled my subscription to this paper, and I want the record to show I have never actually subscribed to this paper, not once, not ever, but if I HAD subscribed this would be the final straw. My cousin who used to work adjacent to a permit office says menu pricing for lobster falls under the interstate commerce clause, Article 9, which everybody conveniently forgets exists. Wake up.
RealTalk_Marcine87 I CANCELLED MINE TOO BACK WHEN THEY RAISED THE SUNDAY PRICE TO $2.50, THATS WHEN I KNEW THIS COUNTRY WAS DONE, MARK MY WORDS, WRITE IT DOWN
RealTalk_Marcine87 I cancelled mine too but for a totally different reason, mine was the crossword getting harder in a way that felt targeted at me specifically. Solidarity though.
RealTalk_Marcine87 honestly this whole mess traces back to the 80s if you ask me, thats when everybody stopped teaching kids how to order a meal without a whole moral crisis about it. do your own reserach before you cancel anything ma'am.
RealTalk_Marcine87 this exact scenario is covered in Article 9 of the Federalist Papers, the subscription cancellation clause, where the Founders ruled 6 to 1 that a reader may withdraw support from any periodical that prints the word lobster more than twice in one column, look it up.
RealTalk_Marcine87 now hold on a minute, Ive read this whole thread top to bottom and honestly BOTH sides are wrong here. Wanda shouldnt feel ashamed for wanting the lobster, thats just common sense, but yall acting like ordering the expensive plate is some kind of civil liberty is a stretch too, and for the record its Article 4 not Article 12 like somebody said further up, I looked it up in my own copy at home. Anyway seems like Im the only reasonable one left on this whole page, God bless
Marcine honey do your own research before you cancel anything, I called the paper myself and they said the price never even changed, God bless.
Marcine hon its 'cancelled' not 'canceled', get your speling right before you go around cancelling things over a lobster
TruthHammer1988 you spelled straight wrong its S-T-R-A-I-G-H-T not strait, also kinda weird your uncle handles BOTH falconry AND food service licensing thats two totally different departments
Corectionalist_Ruth oh NOW you care about spelling, where was this energy when the article spelled resturant wrong in paragraf 2, pick a lane
Freedum_Sovranty thats not even my point and you no it, this is why nobody takes this comment section serioulsy anymore
TruthHammer1988 I'm not political but if your uncle really handles BOTH falconry licensing AND food service that's basically two branches of government stuffed into one guy and nobody's asking the real questions here. screenshotting this whole exchange right now, not explaining why yet.
TruthHammer1988 THE REAL ISSUE HERE IS THE 1990s, THATS WHEN RESTURANTS STARTED PRINTING PRICES RIGHT ON THE MENU INSTEAD OF MAKING YOU ASK LIKE A CIVILIZED PERSON. MY DRILL SERGEANT SAID THE EXACT SAME THING IN 94. WAKE UP PEOPLE.
Bless his heart.
TruthHammer1988 well isnt that something, because MY cousin works for the state agriculture department, feed inspector not falconry but I believe its the same buillding downtown, and she told me the EXACT opposite, said theres no rule at all about ordering lobster on a date, said thats a resturant policy not a government one, but I said well then why does everybody act like its a whole legal thing, and she just sighed at me. anyway God bless whoever turns out to be right here because it sure isnt clear from where Im sitting
Anyway.
Doubt it.