Where Do You Want To Eat?

Don't you love that game? On the way home this evening my daughter called me to find out it I had gotten home yet so she could stop by before she went to work at the restaurant. Unfortunately I wasn't going to get home until after she was at work.

My brainstorm was that Jen and I would go out to eat and see Jessie at the same time. So after telling Jen and driving another 1 1/2 hours I came home and we got ready to go. The salad where Jessie works is excellent and we were already tasting the house dressing in anticipation.

So the phone rings and Jessie says that the hood in the kitchen was broken and the cooks walked out because it was 140 degrees. Bummer. We went into immediate depression. Jessie said to call her back when we decided where we were going to eat and she would meet us, since she didn't have to work.

Well, the whole "where do you want to eat?" scenario is pretty painful at our house. This evening it was extra sad. Jen was moping since we were all dressed up and had no place to go - pouting even. I made a few suggestions and the lower lip protruded even further.

Teresa's? Ugh!

Red Lobster? Ugh, ugh!

Outback? Just a look, a really bad look.

Ok, where? Amandas. "It's too expensive (me)" I'm admittedly tight.

How about Malia's? OK. Called and they were closed.

After looking through the phone book we were no closer to an answer.

Eventually we decided on a local hotel that has a restaurant we haven't been to in a while. We met Jessie, which was fun, and the meal was so-so. The real fun was re-hashing the entire incident that led to going out to eat:)

If you think that was fun, I'll tell you sometime about ordering food. Let's just say that one of us is a bit indecisive when it comes to selecting our "fare" for the meal.

But for now it's time for bed and another few days of work before going back to Charleston this weekend for a wedding - I'm officiating for a friend and his bride.

Have a great evening.

WH