A moment ago my Mom sent me an email all in a panic because she got one of those spam messages inviting her to join some service where she could meet the following 12 people that would be perfect for her. The interesting part was that one of the 12 profile pictures was a pork sandwich.
I wonder where one would take a pork sandwich on a date? Start with a Jewish restaurant, I guess, so as not to have any chance of him seeing a friend or relative on the menu. Not sure after that.
With great power comes Awesome irresponsibility.