Won Ton Me a Smile

My husband, daughter, and myself decided we were going to dinner last night. There's a little Japanese restaurant not far from where we live that my husband's been wanting to try. Since I had been lounging in comfy anything-that-will-fit-me outfit, I rummaged up some presentable pregnancy clothes and dolled myself up the best I could.

We arrived at the restaurant only to find that they didn't open up for another half an hour. Bleh! Being hungry and not wanting to wait thirty more minutes, my husband decides that we'll drive to another restaurant and check the wait there.

As we drove by it was packed and people were already waiting outside to be called for their table. With a quick, unaminous, decision of ~Uhhh, No Thanks!~ we keep driving.

We ended up at this little Chinese restaurant not far from the second restaurant.

~~FINE DINING FOR CHINESE CUISINE~~ it stated under the name.

Indeed it was a nice restaurant, but I'm not sure I'd go as far as posting 'fine dining' under the name outside. It had cloth napkins and leaf shaped plates, but beyond that it was just a regular ol' restaurant.

They wanted to seat us with a highchair in the MOST CROWDED area of the restaurant that had the MOST TRAFFIC from the kitchen and a view right into the kitchen...

So you know it wasn't long before this hormonal pregnant lady spoke up. I asked to be moved to a different table. I got ~looks~ but we were moved regardless.

Our waitress was slow in getting to us and then the table behind us seemed to make her even more delayed in coming. The woman had a MILLION questions. Honestly, she must have asked the waitress 30 questions - I'm.not.kidding.

So when our waitress finally made it to our table, we told her we were ready to order our food - even though our drink order hadn't even been taken. She asked if we had any questions, and the hungry beast within me blurted out, "No. And especially after what you were just put through-NO!"

As we sat waiting for our drinks to arrive at the very least, we heard strange yodeling from the kitchen. Yes, yodeling. In.a.Chinese.restaurant.

When we asked for a spoon for my daughter, they brought us a spoon the size of her head practically. I wonder, really, what the waitress was thinking...Did she honestly think my daughter would be able to use it? I could have shoveled snow with the thing!

The food was just average and the prices were above average. And then of course just before we get our bill I hear the woman at the table behind us pipe up again to our busy waitress, "No, I don't want any more hot tea...IT'S SO HOT IN HERE!!!"

And I thought to myself, "Um lady, you're wearing a turtle neck and a fleece pull-over jacket on top of that and you're inside a restaurant with working heat and hot food and it's only in the 50's outside at the lowest!"

We didn't eat all of our meal and needed to go boxes and a soup container. They actually had quite tasty won ton soup, but we couldn't finish it off. The gentleman who boxed up our food though was young and obviously didn't have much of a clue about what he was doing. Not to mention, he kept trying to box the food up right.next.to.our.daughter. At 21 months, little styrafoam boxes and big shiny silverware and what looks to her like playing with food since he wasn't eating it, she was pretty excited and wanted in on the action. Between my husband and myself, we must have stopped her from attacking the containers and food at least a dozen times. And then the guy went to pour the soup into the container to go - only thing is, he felt it was far better to do it the quick way and just pick the bowl up, dump in the contents from one container to the other, and all as quickly as he could. However, he didn't take into consideration the spill factor on that method. Soup was going all over the table and heading right for my husband's lap. Luckily my husband caught the soup just before it reached the edge of the table....UGH!

We had a nice time out though and it did provide a good chuckle...especially when people look at me like, "Oh goodness, that poor woman! I wonder if her water will break RIGHT.HERe!"

Down to single digit days now, my friends!