You go to a restaurant for dinner with a friend, you sit down, order your meal and then notice that the table beside you is obnoxiously speaking about their boy problems. You think that maybe after five or ten minutes they may change their topic of conversation to something a bit more light hearted but they don't. You hear all about their boring sex lives, their boyfriends socks all over the house and how they think their thighs are chunky. The conversation goes on, and just when you think it may get better, it gets worse. They start talking about retirement plans, children, how they want to travel but can't because they are in a "good" relationship with their significant other. They discuss all their issues and complain right through from your insalata all the way to your panacota. I seem to experience this on a frequent basis ,get extremely irritated and find myself rushing through dinner and putting my coat on before the bill arrives.  Clearly I had one of those evenings tonight, which is very unfortunate because I savour my dinner nights at Terroni and was very much looking forward to some face time with my sibling.