And right now the fiance and I are going through pre-marriage counseling (not because there are problems, because we want to have a successful marriage that defies the lackluster statistics of American marriage survival rates), and there's an Outback Steakhouse near the building where we do the counseling, and I always want to go there and get a juicy steak, baked potato, and bloomin' onion, but SHE always refuses.
"We don't need a bloomin' onion! We have to look good in our wedding dress/tuxedo!"