I think there can be a curious public shame to asking a restaurant to box up your leftovers. The taboo is most acute on an occasion when the food is intended to be secondary to the conversation: when you go for lunch with a prospective client, or dinner with the cute guy you’re trying impress. The actual food is unimportant—sawdust, filet mignon—because you’re too busy listening to the precious words of your future employer. Dear new contact: you are so important, I will give up a chance to take home the extra pasta.
Restaurant work is smelly business. Not, however, as smelly as the most iconic of coastal Maine occupations, “lobsturin.”
I specifically used “eating out” rather than “at restaurants” because I’d like to include those times you pick up a bagel in the morning, or a sandwich during lunch.
Everything I know about restaurants I learned from Jonas M. Luster’s Quora answers.
In which I replace wanton credit-card spending with ice cream.