Monday, September 25, 2006

NEW RESTAURANTS

I am not really sure when my posts will consist of something other than this move we have made
but soon....really soon.

Friday night, two of my children were out with friends, so hub and I took the other 2 out to dinner. Hub wanted soup, son wanted Olive Garden, I just wanted a GREAT salad. (by great salad, i mean something other than iceberg lettuce, tomato and ranch dressing.) Granted, I know I like the salad at Olive Garden & my hub could have had soup there too, but I wanted something different.

(DEEP REGRET MOMENT) :(


So Hub drives up the road and sees a place with home cooking. I immediately frown. My youngest says from the back seat, "I don't want to eat here!"

Hubs response, " I want good soup and this is home cooking!"

So I stay silent. I am not a big diner person. I like ambiance and good lighting.

The minute we walk in my cell rings.

It's my brother, long distance.

So because I am on the cell, she will not take anyones orders.

I hang up.

She comes over.

Everyone orders and mine happens to start off with a salad. (iceberg lettuce, tomato, cucumbers & I ask for V&O)

I bite into the cucumber and it is rotten. I spit it into my husbands napkin because the 4 of us were sat at a table for 2.

I whisper to my hub, "WE ARE NEVER COMING HERE AGAIN"

We eat, the waitress comes over and tells hub and I that we get dessert with our meal. NOT THE KIDS but us.

I love food! I normally will never have dessert because I love food! I am just not a big dessert person.

She tells us that our choices are ice cream, tapioca, or rainbow sherbet.

I say I'll take the ice cream.

She says chocolate ,strawberry, or vanilla?


I look at my two boys and they mouth strawberry.

She asks my hub and he says Tapioca.

She asks would you like whipped cream on top?

Sure!

Hub: NO!

so it comes back and we both have whipped cream on top.

I take a couple of bites then give bites to the boys.

about 2/3's of it is gone so I start to mix it up with my spoon.....

wait.....

whats' tha....

something gold?....

hang on...

OH MY GOSH!!!!!!!!

It's the lid to a butter packet......IN MY ICE CREAM!!!!!!!!!!





AGGGGGHHHHHH!!!!

WE ARE NEVER GOING TO EAT HERE AGAIN!


I CANNOT STOP GAGGING. THE MERE THOUGHT OF THAT MAKES ME SICK. I COULD NOT WIPE MY TONGUE ENOUGH TIMES!!!


MY HUB GOES UP TO THE COUNTER.


"WELL.......I HAVE NO IDEA HOW THAT GOT THERE?"

"WE'LL GIVE YOU $5. 00 OFF YOUR BILL!"

(MY THOUGHTS)
SERIOUSLY!
ARE YOU KIDDING ME?
I AM SO NEVER COMING HERE AGAIN.

NEXT MORNING-

Hub comes home from the store,
"You are never going to believe this but they were packed this morning for breakfast!"

Uhhh...perhaps I didn't get my point across last night,
WE ARE NEVER GOING THERE AGAIN!!!

2 comments:

Mayberry said...

OMG you have to tell me where that is so I can join your boycott! Ew!

me said...

new cuisine...one of the many joys of moving. maybe the locals prefer their ice cream with trash?

imagine my stomach when i saw scrapple for the first time. eeewwww i wanted to go "home" so badly it hurt.