Lime is a hip restaurant and lounge in San Francisco's Castro neighborhood whose Sunday brunch features $6 bottomless mimosas and a DJ spinning dance music as early as 10am. It is not uncommon at these brunches—during which the restaurant is packed to the gills—for people to get up mid-omelette to start dancing (or lap dancing, as the case may be) in the restaurant's aisles.
For obvious reasons, Lime is one of my favorite places in this city. So I was happy to hear that they recently launched a happy hour—which is where I happened to find myself yesterday evening after work.
Before I go any further, please observe the Lime happy hour menu, with which I was confronted upon sitting down at the Jetsons-esque bar:
If you are on Weight Watchers, your first reaction to this menu should be utter horror. Because, from a Weight Watchers standpoint, this menu is appalling. But I knew things were not on track when my first thought after reading the happy hour menu was: "Wow, what a great happy hour!" I then proceeded to order: A margarita. A grilled cheese. A fish taco. A slider. A shared order of french fries. And a stella.
Weight Watchers is, in many ways, a mindset. A mindset that I had when I first started the program, but that has been replaced over the last couple of weeks with a different mindset—one that evokes statements like "Wow, what a great happy hour!" or "Awesome, my tab was only $12!"
I decided last night—my third week in a row without losing weight—that it's time to get the old mindset back. And what made me come to this conclusion?
I realized I'd look much better dancing at Lime if I were skinnier.