Maybe not the most apropos thing to ask on the first date… but maybe during the awkward silence while you’re trying to decide if you’re going to keep it 100 and order the chicken fingers with honey mustard or pretend like you really like the pan-seared, blackened whatever you call it thingamabob you may advance the question just to see what happens. Last time I tried asking this question on the first date I was comforted by the fact that there was more food for me… when she left. Oh well.