Well, it was 8:30pm...so whatever meal you eat at that time.
Olive Garden was our first choice, but the wait was 75 minutes.
I love how they tell you, "it'll be 70-75 minutes." not "an hour, 15."
That's what classy restaurants do.
But it was 8:30pm! We thought any place would be fairly vacant for dinner at that hour, but apparently it was Saturday night and everyone was eating late and it isn't 1950.
I was really hoping to try Riunite wine too. I'm usually a white wine kinda girl, but someone suggested that in a red, so I was really looking forward to it.
We were all pretty hungry, we could not wait that long, so we ventured to the next restaurant.
As we're seated we're approached by the happiest waiter ever.
And by happiest, I mean totally strange and a bit scary.
Even DQ says, "he's strangely chipper isn't he?!"
He stares at my hubby and says, "what can I get for you STUD?"
Did he just call him stud?
I think he later brought my daughter the wrong drink and then proceded to say, "sorry baby!"
To my 11-year old.
Bringing my husband his Pepsi, a conversation about my hub's glasses came up and he asked to TRY THEM ON! The waiter then says, he's blind as a bat and is looking for a good pair.
Back and forth to our table he makes more remarks about my husband being a STUD and I tell him, "please, you're giving him a big head."
I think I remember a "papa bear" in there once too.
Holy crap. Could it be?
My husband is getting flirted with by this guy.
Not that there's anything wrong with that.
Definitely a first.
Or did he just want a hefty tip?