~We braved dinner out tonight, which is NOT commonplace for Crazytown but we have been living on the edge more and more lately. After a fairly uneventful meal (which is the BEST kind with a 5, almost 6 and 7 year old) SJ.... aka, Bubba, asked if we could have pie. Why not? What could possibly go wrong?? Moments later we were paying our bill, piling in the van and in search of baked goodness.
Several criteria are needed for us to enter an establishment....
1. The 'restaurant' (obviously using this term VERY loosely) must give out balloons or suckers, not that we typically allow Crazytown to have either... it's just a sign we may not be the loudest table.
2. An establishment can be added to the list of 'banned restaurants' for infractions such as inquiring 'Would you like that milk to be chocolate or white?' If we want chocolate milk, we will ask for chocolate milk... don't put the chocolate milk thought in Sweet Caroline's head or great sadness will commence when the boring white milk appears at the table.
3. Some sort of free appetizer is a HUGE plus.... which of course is why for the 3 times a year we venture out, Red Robin is always at the top of the list. 'Fries first' rock!!
But alas, Red Robin doesn't have the tasty pie Bubba was dreaming of which is how we found ourselves pulling in to The Village Inn. I believe I blacked out for a moment remember the days of reservations and low light dinners with Kersch. The next thing I remember we are marching through the door as SJ breaks into a sprint toward the case of pies. The boy is overjoyed... so much so he started to dive into the case - not realizing there is a piece of glass between the delicious treats and his watering mouth. I hold my breath, there is a loud thud, then silence, THEN the screaming.... there it is. We hadn't even been seated yet and the entire restaurant, full of 80 years old patrons were grabbing their hearing aid clad ears in anguish. I panic and pick him up and run back out the front door.... to which he assumes he isn't getting any pie and wails even louder. Eventually I convince him his nose isn't broken, he isn't going to die and that he IS going to get pie - we are able to rejoin the family for dessert..... Good Lord!
Much Love From Crazytown
