Tonight we went out to dinner with Andy‘s parents at a restraunt in Lambau Field. Before I write any more about it, it should be said that Jack, Andy’s father has a reputation for being “difficult” at dining establishments. When we were here last time, Andy’s sister ordered the crab which wasn’t brought out with the rest of the food. It was a ridiculous situation, with the waiter continually coming out and apologizing saying dumb, not helpful things like, “the cook has alot of prep work backed up”. It really did take much, much to long. When Jack finally blew, the server was nearly in tears and we had free drinks all around. Everyone at the table felt uncomfortable and didn’t know what to say to break the silence. Finally Andy, my witty, hilarious and wonderful husband piped up with, “Nobody order the bisque, okay.” Everyone laughed and the tension disbursed.

Tonight, I ordered the Walleye. It tasted like wet newspaper and paste. When the waitress came by I smiled enthusiastically and said it was wonderful. Andy’s mom ordered the chicken pot pie and made the fatal mistake of remarking that she couldn’t find any chicken in it. It was mentioned to the waitress when she came by to ask if everything was okay. The waitress offered to bring out more chicken. Andy’s mom said that it was fine. Andy’s dad said that it was okay, but the tone in his voice said that it wasn’t. The waitress picked up on it, said it was no problem. She caught my eye and I mouthed, “bring it out”. She smiled, nodded and walked away.

A blow out was averted, even though the restraunt has been black balled. I had a few Red Bulls and vodka, and a pretty good evening was had by all.