Eating out at restaurants, is what you do when you are trying to impress a girl, you take her out for a meal to a posh place, using all the money you have for food (which was meant to last you a year). The girl is never that impressed, and usually gets off with the waiter, as you get lumbered with the bill, or washing up for the next two months as you cannot pay it.
Posh restaurants are strange in that they have menus which have gibberish written in them, quite often in French (for no real reason), they describe the food in ways which would confuse any normal person. Essence of fish, in digit shaped dimensions surrounded with a golden wheat surprise, normally means fish fingers, Organically produced, deep grown vegetable plant meteorically destoyed, with bovine sliced hind quarters, probably means chops with mashed potatoes.
Pure pretentiousness like this, takes normal people, and puts them under a spell, which is normally broken when they get their credit card bill later that month, when they realise that the meal they paid £250 for, could have been eaten at Joe's cafe for £1.95 each.