Oops, posted before I read that the salad dressing wasn't the issue. What was it, croutons and nuts maybe, or breading on the chicken?
There are just so many possible salad saboteurs that I do stay away from salads when eating out, unless I've looked up the calorie count at home first - especially in fast food restaurants. In fancier restaurants I look up when I can, but if there's no nutrition information online or I don't have a chance to look it up, I'll interogate the wait staff (and do my stain-reading). Hubby thinks I'm crazy when I do that. I have a habit of "playing with" my straw wrapper and it drives hubby batty (he'll take it away from me, like I'm a little kid). So the first time he saw me dab my dressing on the placemat (we were still dating at the time)- he thought it was another annoying nervous habit and asked "why are you figerpainting on your placemat?"
Of course, the worst early-dating faux pas is to be caught in the act of active "dieting." Since I'd stated that I was dieting in the personal ad I placed, which he responded to, you'd think he might have been prepared, but he rolled his eyes and sighed, and said "why can't women just enjoy a meal - you all are obsessed with either the calories or the price" (hubby has always liked very high priced restaurants and I've always been very price conscious - so that issue had already come up on a prior date).
Ok, I've gotten WAY off track. I just can't help it. One story reminds me of another story, which reminds me of another story and I swear you give me two wildy different topics and I will find a way to link those two topics with fairly smooth transitions (a gabber's version of the "Six degrees of Kevin Bacon game").
(here's a link for those who have never played)
http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Six_Degrees_of_Kevin_Bacon
Aggggh I'm doing it again, somebody stop me, before I find another unrelated topic to go on and on about.