British Bankers Club: A Man Date

So my roommate Bob passed his quals--or at least the equivalent of what he has to do for quals--and so we wanted to go out on Friday. We tried hard to get more friends but I had several awkward phone conversations where people just refused to come out with us.  I don't have any friends.  However, Jenni was around to document my man-date with Bob.

First the dramatic entrance (we went to the British Bankers Club and tried to wear tweed and slick our hair back).



This is how we sit down to eat at a restaurant. See--blog-worthy.



First, you must order in fine British style.



Next, prepare to eat appetizers.



A photo that typifies Bob's gastral experience:



A photo that represents my feelings on the meal:



How Jenni felt about the food:



Before:



After:



After, after--creeping in the parking lot.