We returned to the scene of our wedding day. The group was headed to a local pizza joint for the specials. The place was crowded. But Nantucket was welcoming. We arrived just before the thunderstorm hit. And we finished as the storm ended. We caught a rainbow and the sunset on the bay. I must admit it was indeed a very happy circumstance.
… the logical conclusion? Eat out. We have a brew pub – Iron Hill. It’s a pain to get in. Crowded! And the desk is not very helpful. Wait or leave? I’d rather not. So off to Applebee’s. It’s got plenty of room. It’s the same level of menu without craft beer. It’s a chain. You knew that. And the subtle difference is that the place is one notch better than McD but no Iron Hill. I can’t put my finger on it. But… it’s not the same. And in the end for my/our trouble, I got stomach poisoning and spent the evening in the BR. I am cured. As in, we will not be in an Applebee’s again.
Charleston, West Virginia. Here’s a shout out to an incompetent restaurant. We stopped in. No waiting. Five of us. Oh! Did I say no waiting? We didn’t wait a moment for a table. There were plenty of tables, even out front. You choose. But, then we waited. And waited. And, finally a waitress came. She took drink orders. Our bad. She returned with water. No drinks. She forgot the order. Have you heard of a pencil? Maybe she was too dumb? She forgot again. We never got to order food. We sat next to another group of about eight. They were getting the same treatment. I finally complained to the manager. As he and I both surveyed the empty tables around us he said, “Sorry, we’re busy.” Yup, horrible. Would you take a chance on the kitchen staff to cook a meal if the front of the house is so bad?
How often does that opportunity arise? To demonstrate how mellow I’ve become… we ate a leisurely dinner in El Tovar. It was a superb meal. We finished just as the sunset was in progress. I would have set up with a tripod in an ideal spot if it were years ago. But I have become more of a photo opportunist. If the situation presents, otherwise I am content to let life happen. So, I got color. My sunset was not a sweeping vista. We had an excellent meal overlooking the canyon. Dinner with Colleen was priceless.
AZ. There are conservative republicans. The base. See: picture window. We stopped because the internet described a quaint diner that was gluten free and vegan friendly. Not! Who knows? Colleen saw the window and grimly declared we would not eat in the neighboring diner. Guilt by association was too much. Ever agreeable to my dear wife, we moved on. Is this what republican food looks like? They were too busy to even notice we left. Or would that be (alt) right?
This was the punchline. “I’m all that and dim sum.” I craved dim sum since we arrived in LA. We made it. And Noa had the perfect outfit to attend. We all wonder if she will enjoy it once she has her teeth. Meanwhile I whispered that it was good for her. I suppose that will take care of that. No doubt Noa will have to live down that fact that her parents held her up for humor before she knew. But that’s what parents do to their kids. Embarrass them. Mine own (children) bear the pictures of many an outing like this.
You just can’t saunter onto to the porch and just sit down. Enter through the door please. When we passed by about an hour later the place was full up. And, the door was open. It was enough that we both commented when we saw the arrangement. Different, strange, practical, noticeable.
It started when I was about 5 years old. A girl visited us and declared she hated fish. She proceeded to eat fish despite her pronouncement. But I followed through and never ate/preferred fish again. Before that, I can remember eating the leg meat from blue crab when my mother painstakingly extracted the morsels as she picked…. Of course, the cousins picked a fish place because of the specials. I don’t drink either. That would be a root beer… No doubt, you already know (see yesterday!) that Colleen likes to eat out. I’m the cook, she doesn’t do the dishes often. Maybe she just likes eating out! She’s happy. That’s enough to make me smile.
Colleen likes to eat out. Wouldn’t you? No cooking. No dishes. Someone does all the work. And you reap the benefits! Besides, it’s fun to eat different. As I mentioned, I try to take a picture every day. Some days it’s restaurants and food. Ummmm… I like to eat out too. Too much can be bad for your diet. Diet? Eat out? Sometimes the temptation is too great!
I have a thing about ordering Thai curry puffs. They are no particular big deal. But, the restaurant in NYC never had them though they were on the menu. They were always out. It’s like being hungry when you were a kid. Later in life, you just can’t resist ordering them because you can. So, I do!
Here’s a shout out to the worst restaurant I’ve eaten in quite some time. Service – poor. The waiter couldn’t get us silverware…until eventually…. Food – made by underage kids. It could not have been a cook. Fried zucchini – they dumped batter over the pieces. And then fried the whole glop. Egg rolls – they didn’t even separate the frozen things before they deep fried them. They arrived as a lump of oily glop… on a bed of lettuce. I guess they did not think we would notice how horrible the food was. They thanked us for coming in. The table across the way – they never noticed – father and daughter were on the phone their whole meal long. Good way to miss the errors. No, no, there will be no second chance.