I can't be the only one that is delighted that calorie counts are on menus now?  One of life's little joys is 'trying to decide' and talking through whether f want a double-beetus-whatever or a salad with vinegar and pepper for dressing.  "Oh, I don't know, I want it, but if I get the Double Mcbeetus here, I'll have to skip the bacon wrapped dates at dinner.... Hmmmm. I don't need that many calories. I'd rather have the dates. I'll get a salad." Sometimes you can see the moment a ham starts to think that being fat may be its fault.