Ophelia was shocked, and slightly scared. She had never seen this side of Dean before. He wasn't an angry person. He had told her that sometimes his PTSD made him randomly irrationally angry but she had never seen it. She wasn't even sure this was it. Whatever it was was definitely becoming a scene though.
"I just thought you would change what sort of food you made sometimes. And it's not like you weren't keeping things from me too. And I think 'I have a problem with my brain' is a bit more important than 'I'd prefer it if we went to a different restaurant'!" she said. She started calmly enough but her voice rose and her manner changed, slamming her menu onto the table at the end as she truly began to shout.
"Would it kill you to have taken me to a French restaurant once?" she demanded, standing, vaguely aware of everyone staring at the two of them.