Another date box. Meredith is wearing the nineteenth stupid hat of this episode, this time of the "cowboy" variety, when she tells Todd, Ian, Lanny, Robert, Ryan R., Damon, and Eliot to "shine those spurs and get ready to rustle up a good time." I know who exactly two of those guys are.
Back at Metrosexual Manor, the butler brings over a few more drinks, and Rick stops him cold, asking, "You know what I'd love is a California Oakwood Chardonnay, if you have it?" The butler dude really does shoot a look of death, because this is L.A. and that "butler" is an actor taking on extra gigs to try valiantly to get his daughter through modeling school so she doesn't end up on the pole, and this small orange man comes outta nowhere and is all, "Garçon, coffee!" Shut up, Dick. "Garçon" means "boy."
At dinner now, Meredith tries to engage him in a discussion about what he's looking for out of this whole experience, but she quickly interrupts him when she finds him flicking his fork over his antipasto of tomato and mozzarella. He sees Meredith staring, and he's all, "Who, me?" She asks him if he doesn't like tomatoes, but it turns out he was just trying to get the basil off the top of his plate. Whatever. Dude doesn't like basil. I can't look at a raw tomato without an uncomfortable lurching of the middle section of my whole self, and I flatly would not eat one if someone brought that plate to me, no matter where I was. It's not about pickiness; it's about being an adult and knowing what you like and what you don't. The metrosexual dude doesn't want to eat the basil, that's that. Let's see how they would have spun it if he'd been commenting on Meredith's eating quirks.