Love Day

It was Valentine Day last weekend and we had a lot of fun that day! We went to the YMCA to work out and came back home to hang out before venturing out for the night.

And an adventure it was! Our neighbor had offered to watch the girls for us, so we brought them over around 5 that evening. We had talked about going to a newer restaurant called Texas Roadhouse that was wildly popular and looked forward to trying it out. It had been recommended to us to call ahead to get a number because the place was always packed and it would be extremely busy that night.

When Ben finally got through at 4:30 to get a number, it was already a three hour wait!!!!!!! We were not deterred and stopped at Target to do a little shopping before heading over there thinking how bad could it be? If we show up early then we could probably get in early.

That was not the case.

The crowds spilled out onto the pavement and it was a blessedly cold night. After getting in through the door, and making it to the hostess station, it was wall to wall bodies. I have never seen bars that packed in my entire life! Still not to be deterred, we checked in, made it to the bar and settled in (standing) to wait.

And wait. And wait. And wait some more. Finally at 8:30, the couple at the bar in front of us left and we took their chairs. I was getting angry and annoyed plus I had been standing for 2 hours at this point, staring at people and hoping our number was called soon.

We waited for another 15 minutes and finally at 9, we thought screw it, let's eat at the bar. At that point, I was so hungry, maybe 1 sheet to the wind from alcohol (which I don't drink much of these days, so one drink will do it for me) and we didn't want to wait. All I kept thinking at that point was the food better live up to it's reputation.

And it did. I was duly impressed with my ribs because they were fall off the bones finger licking good. And I inhaled them. Was it worth the wait? Still not sure on that one, but I was extremely impressed with the service and willingness of others to wait as long as we did. Once your there for an hour, your kind of committed and don't want to leave.

So our "romantic" date was stuck eating at a bar, which I have never done in my life and crawling into my bed at 10 that night, a little tipsy and promptly falling asleep.

At least the kids had a ball at the neighbors. But even better? Leftovers the next day. Hmmm...ribs.