Have you ever considered the ramifications of the food you order on dates? I know many people consider kissability and perceived health factors when ordering, say, the side salad with a lemon wedge. Obviously I don’t give a hoot – my girlfriend is still recovering from me ordering the tuna and egg salad combo sandwich from Eisenberg’s on date three.
In this vein, No Parachute, a chowhound after my own heart (disease), demonstrates nerves of steel, ordering lardo pizza and carbonara on a first date.
Twenty Bucks A Day 
I really should have titled that post, “Girl Coats Face in Lard, Leans in for Goodnight Kiss…”
It wasn’t a “first” date.
My boyfriend took me out for pig’s knuckles this past Valentine’s Day.