Going out to eat with three kids is pure hell. I don't know why I continue to put myself through this hell. Come Friday, I want to go out. Come Friday night, I vow to never do it again. It's a vicious cycle I can't break. It reminds me a lot of my drinking binges in college except there is little alcohol involved.
My husband and I celebrated our 8th anniversary at our old favorite restaurant - Bahama Breeze. Having no family nearby or good babysitters on hand, we decided to bring the kids and sit outside near the bar. We thought it would be less formal and easier with the kids. Once my son's slushie hit the ground and burst, I could sense the hate in the room aimed at me and my family. All the happy hour, working class, 20-something kids were staring at us with pure hate. I could tell they wanted our loud kids and screaming baby out of their space.
So, it's back to Fudruckers, Chuck-E-Cheese and on special nights, Chili's for us. Having a video game on the premises is a requirement in our dining establishments. If there are no waitresses or waiters, that's an even bigger plus. The menu must consist of some sort of deep fried chicken and fries or else it's just not within our scope.
Maybe for our 16th anniversary we can try Bahama Breeze again. Without kids. And with lots of alcohol.