When we get older, it seems that we develop \"selective memory.\"\nAbout a month ago, a couple visited us, and my wife convinced me to leave the security of my comfort zone and try this place.\nAgainst every fiber of my being, I obliged, and I drove the extra 10 minutes to get there.\nThe atmosphere was pleasant; nice and dark. They gave us bread and a little plate of olive oil...\nWe ordered a few entrees and maybe calamari for an appetizer.\nOverall, it wasn't bad...but totally forgettable.\nThen the check arrived...\nI actually added everything up to make sure they hadn't made an error in their arithmetic or to see if they had put a bottle of Dom Perignon on our tab by mistake.\nInstead of chastising my wife (because it was all her fault), I decided to just put it out of my memory.\nIt worked, because I hadn't thought about it until just now, when I saw one of their commercials between my episodes of \"Everybody Loves Raymond.\"\nLike I said, I can't remember anything glaringly wrong with the meal, but it's because I can't remember a single entree.\nInstead, I remember the amount of the bill.\nI was also reminded of the fact that I didn't accept our friends' offer to split the tab. \nI'm an idiot.