The Cheese Bowl

In the mist of all this seriousness I must share a bit of Seinfeld randomness. Tell me if you know what I'm talking about or if this is just another thing I am out in left field picking daisies on.
You know how Italian restaurants bring out your food and then the waiter asks...Would you like some "Insert Cool Name" cheese on that mam? You say "Yes please". They proceed in giving you the ration of cheese that they most likely are trained to put on the dish to keep food cost down as you watch thinking nervously....should I ask for more? Will I look like a pig if I do? Then they pull the bowl/shredder thingy back and say "would you like some more?" And you say..."That's good, thanks."

Why do we do this? We are PAYING for the food and the service why should we feel bad for wanting more cheese. And why must it feel like a throw back to Oliver Twist as if our Please Sir May I Have Some More will result in a beat down from the wait staff. And why MUST they put the cheese on for you? You never even get to touch the damn bowl? I never really thought twice about the weird cheese dance scenario until tonight.

Tonight...I experienced Cheese Liberation! We broke down the "Do Not Cross" tape at Carrabbas. Tonight kids, are you ready.... WE ASKED FOR THE DAMN BOWL! And he gave it to us. LOL We were in custody of our very own graded Romano cheese bowl. We put cheese on very thing...even in the little dippy oil. It was such a liberating experience! Oh Yeah, wild and crazy Friday at the Carrabbas! So next time the cheese Nazi's try to skimp on your cheese tell them "I'll just take the whole damn thing...Thanks!" :)

Deep Thoughts by Sarah Lee...Tune in next time for "why put the mirror outside of the dressing room" and "why does checking yourself out in the mirror require cocking your head to one side?"!