A Veggie Burger
If you're not gonna eat meat, then don't order something meat-flavored… unless you plan on cubing a veggie burger up and stuffing it into a turducken, in which case, pass the gravy.
Trying to fit into your old prom dress? No? Then put that lettuce wrap between two pieces of bread instead of eating a half-constructed sandwich.
Seriously… when you're talking about food no man should eat, this is pretty obvious… although stewed carrots do improve eyesight.
Misted Salad Dressing
Isn't the point of salad dressing to make salad more like soup by pouring a whole bottle on it? Nothing you eat should ever come out of a spray bottle. Ever.
These are the kinds of crustless, misshapen, cucumber-/cream cheese-stuffed things that're perfectly at home at a baby shower… yet every time you have a Monday Night Football party, somebody invites his fingerwich-loving girlfriend and her 1/8 sandwiches… which nobody notices you pocketing and eating in the bathroom.
Yeaaaaah. These things are so girly, you can't even… oh, crap. That's ice cream and chocolate, isn't it? Will anyone notice if you just put 30 in a bowl and mash them up? Because there's nothing wrong with a man eating chocolate chip ice cream.
A what-hootie? An all-tofu line of ice creams, pizzas, and other things that are completely based on animal products, but minus the animal products. But they'll totally make you grow bigger boobs. No. No, sir. Except maybe the ice cream sandwiches. Uh, I mean no!
Every woman in the world carries these things in her purse. They've got calcium, folic acid, vitamin D, iron, and other things that, according to the wrapper, are endorsed by the "women of Luna" who, "as women… know the way we eat makes a difference". That difference includes cookie dough… and if you eat it out of a Clif Bar wrapper, nobody at the gym will know you're totally making out with your inner goddess.
Even the most ardent vegetarian just calls it a grain. Most of us call it a waste of valuable plate space where meat should be, or a tiny wannabe rice that gets stuck in your molars.
Unless you're effin' R. Kelly -- and you've made the transition from the after-party to the hotel lobby -- you shouldn't be messing with these things, even if your Midwestern mom's friend brought football-shaped ones to the party… but wait! She's wholesomely hot. Maybe she likes R. Kelly. You might be on to something amazing here.
Anything You Have To Feign A French Accent To Order
Here's the thing… pate is internal organs, and offal is hella manly. But pronouncing it all delicately then using a tiny knife to spread it on a cracker? No, Pierre. Just tell them to bring you a wad of liver and a straw.