When it comes to ordering at a cafe I am a nightmare. My boyfriend Sam avoids eating out with me like the plague.
For starters I usually change tables at least once per cafe visit. Too loud, too cold, too close to the toilet, I will move.
Ordering brunch for him is a piece of piss, he looks at the menu for point two of a second and then knows what he wants. I get order panic and go from certain to totally uncertain in a blink. It is a BIG DEAL. Nothing worse than order regrets.
This video by The Thinkergirls sums up me and many of my gal pals ordering to a tee.
Are you the same?