This burger-posal combines multiple aspects of what I consider to be my nightmare scenario: a public proposal with perhaps subsequent media attention; a ring somehow embedded in food; and a greasy sheen all over my fingers when people ask to look at the ring. Ack. Pauli’s menu indicates that the restaurant serves its burgers medium-well “without exception,” which is also decidedly not my preferred burger temperature.

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While we’re on the subject, does the tactic of proposing via food happen often? I had a friend whose boyfriend took her out to an unusually fancy dinner; she was nervous that a ring might be somewhere in her meal so she picked the entire thing apart into small pieces and the dinner took 3 hours. (He proposed after dinner.)

Anyway, congratulations Pauli’s, I’m adding your cheeseburger to the list of ways I’m afraid of being proposed to, which currently includes:

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