Sunday Afternoons…
I don’t know why, but restaurant food tastes better on Sunday afternoons than at any other time during the week.
Maybe it’s the joy that you have from being at church, maybe the expected relaxation of a Sunday afternoon nap; or even the fact that the preacher-man went too long and now you’re starving. For what ever reason…dining out on Sundays can be terrific.
We do not get to go out very often, for obvious reasons, but when we do, it’s always an adventure. Gabbi is usually the first one to speak up and it’s awesome how she makes the request. From the back of the “Marshmallow Van” I hear these precious words…”I want to go to the Messican Restrant!” Then, she keeps saying it until Cheryl and I are driven into a financial review of where we are in the account, and whether or not the financial risk out ways the risk of Gabbi throwing a fit!
(One thing you need to understand is that if Gabbi begins to lose ground in a persuasion, she has a high powered “twin attorney” who just loves to litigate!)
Our usual routine involves El Giro, yes ladies and gentleman, we just love “The Rooster.” Seriously, how can you argue with all you can eat chips and salsa? It’s…well it’s just a beautiful thing! So we get to the restaurant, completely take over, pull a bunch of tables together, and begin to empty their reservoir of free chips…with passion.
Now, there are two types of awesomeness here at the rooster, (you do realize that El Giro means the rooster right?), there is the water to drink awesomeness, and the sodas to drink kind of awesomeness! Cheryl and I do not believe in soda drinks…at all.
We do not have them in the house, and we do not allow the children to drink them abroad, unless it is a special occasion. The main reason is because they are horrible things of bodily destruction! They are loaded with sugar, phosphates, fake flavoring, chemicals, and they can wash the corrosion off a battery! Don’t believe? Go try it!
Yeah so, we trip out about Cokes. But! Every now and then, as we are sitting at the rooster and eating awesome free chips and salsa…we kick it up a notch and declare that today…we will partake of the soda! Yes Ms. Waitress person…sodas for everyone! I have to tell you, it’s pretty funny to see the looks we get when people observe how excited six children can be over the announcement of a fountain drink for lunch!
Now it’s time to order. What a nightmare this is! I completely stay out of it; first, because Cheryl is much better at finding out what the children want, and second, because the last time I tried I almost lost my mind. Children have a unique gift of changing their mind 25 times on you in a two minute span of time…and I cannot take it! Somehow, Cheryl can ask the children what they want, without making them feel like they have made a final decision; it’s brilliant. By the time they figure out what has happened to them, their full and we are on our way home! It’s awesome!
One day as we were pulling back into the driveway at the house, Mackenzie stated that she didn’t want the taco that she had just eaten for lunch; Cheryl gave me a “high five” and we went inside to take a nap!
We really are creatures of habit where ever we go. As a family, we kind of get on something, and wear it out until there is no joy left in the thing…then we move on. At our local “Messican Restrant,” Christian likes hot wings, so do Julieann and Lindsey.
Lindsey will change it up a little and get a chicken quesadilla. But! It must be with grilled chicken and not the boiled stuff! Cheryl and I share the chicken fajitas, but we do not like the shells. Nope, we like to eat it with the chips man! Mackenzie likes a crunchy taco, you know, until she’s done with it, and the twins like bean dip with chips.
Look, don’t give me that look of…”all you feed your little girls for lunch on Sunday is a bean dip?” They are my kids, and its better this way…trust me, we have fought the good fight, we have run the race, we have kept the faith, and the twins will eateth of the beaneth dipeth for luncheth! Oh yeah, they also like to get an order of celery so they can drink the ranch dressing out of the little plastic dressing cups and get all hopped up on buttermilk!
Yes ladies and gentlemen…we do enjoy a good Sunday afternoon at the old rooster. Come and join us sometime! We get there somewhere around 1:15 p.m., you know, depending on when that preacher guy gets done, and you will easily know who we are. Just look for the wacko’s power slamming chips and salsa, and washing them down with gallons of water. If there are sodas on the table…you will want to join us ’cause it’s going to get crazy!