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Eating is never a cool look, Mr F. Order a salad, and a martini (if you're going to a place that isn't licensed on a date then there is no hope for you, frankly) then talk about what you're going to do, not what you've done.
Salad can be tricky, of course (all those leaves, trying to undermine you ...) so go for a salad with definable goals. A Ceaser, a Nicoise, that sort of thing. Something you can pick at, without getting too involved in the horror of the letttuce.
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