Well, tonight, Blub & Pablo convinced us to go out to eat. We went to the Rowdy Cowgirl.
I was very nervous about babies in restaurant. How can one have a relaxing dinner if baby is screaming? (And it kinda is rude to the other patrons, too.) But Blub assured me that she and Pablo would be there to help, so it was like a 2:1 adult to child ratio.
Little Mr. Grunty slept the whole time.
Little Miss Squeaky fussed and cried and wanted to be held the whole time. Luckily between me, MyBetterHalf, and my mom…we all got a chance to eat. I don’t think poor Blub even got a chance to hold the babies.
The food made me smile. The succotash was a very pleasant surprise. I like it. Even with edamame in it. I had the ribs…very nice. I believe in a previous post, I talked about how BBQ was invented by poor people…they had to use tough (cheap) cuts of meat, and it had to be tender, because they were lacking teeth. The meat easily flaked off of the bone. The spice combination was very nice, a nice blend, nothing over powering. It was not salty. There were BBQ sauces to add, but it was perfectly tasty with just the pork.
On the way home, the childrens yelled at us for not giving them any BBQ.
After dinner, I hung out with the childrens. We talked and made faces at each other.
You know, even after reading Newscat rant about eating out…I think it was healthy. Well, at least healthier than some chain-restaurant steak house. (Which we were thinking of going to for our wedding anniversary…but now…I dunno.)