Spoiler alert: Christian Grey and Anastasia Steele have sex.

She just sighs and puts the chicken salad back in the fridge! What kind of monster is this woman? Is she trying to drop a hint that her roommate had better limit her food intake now that she’s about to be naked for the next hour and a half? What’s worse is that after the sandwich is gone, Dakota doesn’t even make herself another one.

Grey, something shocking happens: her roommate steals her sandwich! Dakota Johnson has her mouth wide open and is about to take a bite when that greedy-guts roommate just grabs it out of her hands and takes it into another room. But while she’s telling her roommate about Mr. Chicken salad is my favorite kind of salad - all of a sudden, I was very interested in this movie. In one of the beginning scenes, Anastasia Steele, played by Dakota Johnson, makes herself a chicken-salad sandwich. No rational person would bother to comment on the food situation on-screen in Fifty Shades of Grey, but when the sequences of BDSM turned out to be rather vanilla, I had to find something else to focus on. I drowned the chicken in that golden sauce and barely even looked up to acknowledge the conversation that was happening about Jamie Dornan’s Irish accent. Even though they had no flavor, the honey mustard that accompanied them was divine. The appetizer turned out to be hard, little chicken nuggets served in a faux-popcorn carton. I ordered the cheapest thing on the menu, Popcorn Chicken, in an attempt to coat my stomach in preparation for the night’s debauchery. I can’t sit in a restaurant, even if it’s technically a bar, and not order food. (Driving everywhere really puts a limit on one’s alcohol consumption.)īut while everyone was moving on to their second drink, I was reaching for the appetizer menu. In a city where no one takes public transportation, my roommate and I had braved the Los Angeles Metro System for the sole purpose of drinking our faces off. We loaded up on weak vodka sodas while we waited for what we hoped would be the best/worst movie of the decade. My roommate and I had met her friends (all paralegals with big Hollywood dreams) at the theater’s upstairs bar prior to the screening. I may have been too drunk to really notice what a garbage film it was. I’m shocked to admit that I didn’t hate it.

Get my popcorn fifty shades of grey