I'll Have Some Fried Chicken Livers and a Bowl of Dry Oats with some Memory Loss on the Side

While eating lunch at Cracker Barrel this afternoon, Don and I had a conversation that went something like this...

Don- What do we need to do before we go home?


Me- Well, we need to stop by Mail 'N More and use their fax machine, then go to the pharmacy and pick up your pills. Oh yeah. Let's swing by Papa Murphy's and grab a pizza for dinner, since it will be just me and you and Cody eating at home tonight. Pleeeease DO NOT let me forget.


We hit the pharmacy first, then Mail 'N More. Not until we were nearly home did I remember the stupid pizza. Which brings me to the whole point of this post...


I said, "S*#t! We forgot to go to Papa Murphy's."

Don asked if I wanted him to turn the car around and go back, to which I replied, "No. I'll figure something out." Then (knowing full well that Don does not like breakfast foods, especially for dinner) I added, "I will just make pancakes or something."


Don gagged and just about puked up his cholesterol upping, heart stopping, greasy fried chicken livers and okra." (FYI, the only thing I like about Cracker Barrel is their country store, but it was Don's turn to pick and Cracker Barrel is the only place around here that you can order southern foods like fried chicken liver, okra and collard greens.)


Since I was on a roll, I said, "Okay. If you don't want pancakes, how about oatmeal? (I also know that Don despises oatmeal even moreso that pancakes.)

Did I mention that I like to tease my husband?

Anyway, here is what the dear man had to say about that idea: "I'd rather go hungry. In fact, if I was starving and oatmeal was the only food on earth, I'd choose to eat a bowl of it dry instead of all cooked up and mushy."




Can you imagine eating this by the spoonful?



That, my friends, is my husband. He will eat sugary Easter Peeps, Circus Peanuts, Wafer Cookies, Fried Chicken Livers, Cheeto Cheese Balls by the handful and Kipper Snacks, but would rather go hungry than eat a bowl of healthy oatmeal. :)

How Late Is Late?

http://www.bubbagump.com/locations/anaheim/

Arriving at our hotel near Disneyland, the girls (both 19 years old) spotted Bubba Gump, a seafood restaurant. The two of them let it be known that they wanted to dine there at least once during our vacation.

On day two, as we left California Adventure Park and headed back to the motel, the girls spotted a sign on Bubba Gump that flashed "OPEN LATE". Since it was only 9:50 p.m. and we were hungry for something other than the junk we'd eaten in the parks, we thought it would be a good idea to enjoy a "real" meal before climbing into bed for the night. As the four of us walked through the open doors, the male hosts looked at us a little funny and we got the vibe that they were trying to close. We joked with them about their flashing sign and 10:00 being "LATE" for Anaheim. The hosts assured us that the restaurant was open for business and we were more than welcome to stay.

The four of us were seated right away and we could see that there were several tables filled with dining people. Our waiter was quick to ask what we wanted to drink and then he gave us a minute, literally, to look over the menu. "The kitchen will be closing in 5 minutes." he told us, half apologetically. Baffled and hungry, we hastily made our choices and gave him our orders.

Our meals were delicious, but we were rushed and the more we talked about it, the more irritated we became. That's when Jennica, Beverly's daughter, decided she would order, just to be obstinate, the Strawberry Shortcake she'd been eye-balling for dessert. 

I don't know why the hosts at the door didn't just come out and tell us the restaurant was trying to close. We would have understood and appreciated having the option to hastily feast or return another day, especially given the high price of seafood.

I won't be "liking" this restaurant on facebook. Just sayin'.

(In the near future, I will fill you in on another vacation experience/ restaurant review... Mimi's Cafe.)

Dining in the Dark

Patrick Neil Harris was on Ellen today and they were talking about restaurants. Katelyn was watching with me...well, Katelyn was watching, I wasn't really paying attention until she got excited about something Ellen said. Here is the conversation that followed...

Katelyn- They have these restaurants where everything is dark. I want to go to one. The waitress seats you and you can't see a thing! It would be so fun.

Me- Eew. You wouldn't know what your eating. There could be hair or a fly in your food and you'd never know. They could serve you weird stuff like fish legs or something.

pause...

Me- Oh. Wait a minute. Fish don't have legs.

(This is where we crack up.)

I was thinking of fish eggs and frog legs, but that's not what came out of my mouth.

Then Katelyn said, "Mom. You should try to find a clip of a dark restaurant on YouTube", so we started looking.  Katelyn spotted something and said, "click on that one". I read what she wanted me to look at and said, "No. This can't be the one. This one says blind people serve your food." Katelyn replied. "Ya. That's the whole point!"

She neglected to tell me that important piece of information. Now it all makes sense!



Kind of cool, huh?!