Guilt dinner. No prices on menu.
Backstory
He had been nasty to me throughout the relationship, and I was planning to break it off. He insisted we go to dinner at a very posh restaurant he had worked in and I had never been to. This was 1985; the waiters were all black men wearing tuxes and white gloves. The owner came to each table and recited every item on the menu, but no prices. I enjoyed every last morsel; he paid the bill, took me home, I dumped him!
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