Shrimp Scampi? Here. I ignore what he said to my husband. I was admiring my dish. I take a bite and think it's lighter than a red sauce and seems like a spring is almost here dish. I'm deciding this was a great dish for me tonight when I look up across my table and scrunch my eyebrows together. There's something long, green, and skinny on my husband's plate. He ordered lobster ravioli. That should be in the shape of squares. I ask, "Did you order something with celery?" I don't think so. He says I don't think there's any lobster here but it's delicious and offered me a taste. It was delicious with a great sausage taste and I'm not always a sausage fan. We keep eating and about half way through our waitress let us know they delivered the next tables food to us. He asked what he was eating and learned it was stuffed hot peppers. I'm excited to know my detective celery thinking was right and it was something else.
Prologue - We got our correct meals too and free of charge and now I have lunch two days this week.
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