Copyright Insanity Infusion
So my husband came home from work tonight and asked what I'd like to do for dinner. He said he really didn't care what we did...eat at home..eat out..whatever worked for me, worked for him.
We'd tried this chinese restaurant up the street when we first moved in to the neighborhood a couple years ago. We thought it was awful. About a month ago, in passing, we agreed that we should really give it another try.
So, after we go back and forth several times with, "I really don't care what we do for dinner..." I said...
"Why don't we go get some wonton soup and a couple dishes from the chinese place up the street..."
"Oh you are so creepy-strange! You freak me out! I have been thinking about that chinese place all day long!"
I guess, sometimes, when you've been married to someone for a long time your minds are just in synch.
We bundled up the munchkin and headed out for a walk to the restaurant.
We ordered soup and a couple dishes: mongolian combination (which had a rather strange jungle prince thai twang to it) and a chow mein combo noodly dish (which was better than the first dish but not by a lot).
I actually had to ask for tea. I mean really, have you ever been in a chinese restaurant where you had to ~ask~ for the tea? I sure never have...it was always one of the first things that was brought to the table!
We sat next to a little girl and her father who were obviously on a 'night out without Mommy' and it was apparent that they didn't have many nights like this. The dad ordered a spicy dish, and only switched it to 'mild' when the waitress suggested that it might not be appropriate for his five year old daughter. And then he gave her a plate of meat to eat. He also insisted that she try something three times before deciding if she liked it or not...what ever happened to trying something once? AND what really bothered me, was that he got paged and LEFT.HIS.DAUGHTER.ALONE at the table in the restaurant while he went to the car to call the person back. He left his five year old in the restaurant alone.
But that whole episode was a tangent.
The food wasn't good. It wasn't good the first time. It wasn't good the second time.
As we walked out, I said to my husband, "BLEH! I don't like that place...."
He turned to me and answered, "Well, you haven't tried it THREE times yet...so you can't really say for sure..."
And with that said...he took me for coffee.
3 comments:
At least he didn't fart 3 times before he said it!! LOL
A really good Chinese restaurant is sooo hard to find. I think I have come across two in my entire life. TWO! And I'm 33 years old! Unfortunately, one is in Illinois, and I am in MD..in fact that IL one might not even be there anymore, but they had ~the~ best egg rolls I have ever had.
And I. Savant, I would not recommend the ~fart three times~ theory on your big date on Friday...and don't even think about saying, "pull my finger" either!
;P~~
~L.
We have an awesome place near us that we later discovered was the favorite place of a handful of other people we know. AND they deliver so that's an added plus. Although as far as a 'family dinner', we would definitely not do Chinese because I'd spend the whole time picking 'icky' stuff out of my daughter's plate.
Maybe that dad thought you guys looked trustworthy enough for him to leave his kid there for a minute or two. Happens to me all the time at the park, almost always when the dad's supposed to be in charge.
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