Not my type of date

Jason took me to a five star italian restaurant, everything was just so beautiful and sparkling.. but I also felt completely out of place. A five star restaurant, isn't my kind of place. I would prefer going to a hamburger stand, and get myself a hamburger and maybe an orange juice. And then walk through the street of america. This is my kind of date.

"Do you love the food. Does it suit your taste buds?." Jason asked, staring at me curiously. Now, I would love to say.. I do not like the food and no! It doesn't suit my taste buds. But I can't really tell him that, can I? I am sure he really did put in a lot of effort. I'm sure getting a table here must have cost him a fortune.

"I love the food. It taste really nice." Came my answer, my fork stabbing through the ham. Whoever is responsible for cooking this ham, knows nothing about food.

"Okay..  what do you think about the restaurant?." 

Why is Jason bent on