Today we went out to lunch.
At a restaurant that didn’t ask if you wanted fries with that. Well, they asked if we wanted garlic bread and if they didn’t the sign said that they would give it to us for free.
But it had cutlery and shit. So as restauranty as we Magneto Bolds get right now.
We took up a large table with all the relatives left over from my Dads party the day before.
Boo, still showing the effects of the ear infections, ulcerated throat, antibiotic overload and ripping out one of his teeth
because it was bothering him, was still in anti-Autism mode. So we took the plunge to do something normal……
He he he. Some would call me delusional….. you would be right.
Food was ordered. Gasps were heard over the prices of the steak ($30!!!!). Bodily functions were discussed.
Yes, we are White Trash.
As we were a large table, the food came out in waves. Of course Boo was last. How hard is it to serve the kid first? All he ordered was a freaking bowl of chips.
The kid was on his 2nd glass of
kiddie crack lemonade when his bowl finally came out. He inhaled them he was so hungry.
‘Excuse me waiter! Hey garcon!’ my little angel bellowed complete with clicking his fingers in the general direction of the kitchen ‘More chips please!’
‘No Dude, you have had enough’ I finally spluttered after almost choking on my chicken and having to pick my Auntie off the floor where she was writhing with mirth.
‘Oh’ my dejected little connoisseur muttered.
The waitress walked past after serving another table.
‘Excuse me server!’ he bellowed again ‘I need more lemonade. Oh, and pleeeeeeaase!’
He beamed at me. Proud for using his manners.
The woman glared at him and then me and walked away.
Now this classy establishment is a place where you go to the counter, order your meal and then they bring it to the table. There is no table service.
Unless you put your feet on the table. Then you get lots of table attention. But that was our previous visit.
I took Boo up to the counter to order a lemonade. That is when I discovered that he had taken off his shoes….
and his pants.
OK, back to the table. Redressed and back to the counter. He ordered his drink and we wandered back to the table where Mario-porn-star had started the political discussion that I warned him not to before we arrived.
Warned is probably not strong enough a word. More like talk-about-the-election-and-I-will-tape-electrodes-to-your-testicles-while-you-sleep threat. My family gets rather heated when it comes to all things political. And it doesn’t help that we are on very different sides of the fence.
I glared at Mario-porn-star, he clutched his testicles and Moo turned to Too and laughed. My girls have learnt early the way to strike terror in a mans heart.
We paid the bill, lamented that it was half my grocery bill for the week and made our way home.
No tears. No tantrums. No balls in a vice.
A total success! Well for our family anyway.
We are all still full from lunch so we are having a light dinner.
And Boo is eating a stick he found in the garden. Tasty.