Doesn't Measure Up

It used to be that the stars had to be perfectly aligned, and the moods just right, in order for us to take the kids out to eat. Now things are a bit easier. We still have some issues, but they are usually solved with crayons and a coloring book. My wife has a bag in the car with both items in case we go somewhere that does not have crayons. The kids are actually very good nowadays in the restaurants, but I still tense up the moment we pull into the parking lot. Actually, I am the worst behaved family member now. I get so worked up worrying about what may happen, that I fail to just relax and enjoy the time out.

This past weekend we went to a place called 99. It is a new place in my area, so we tried it out. It was ok. The beer was cold, and the meat was cooked, so it passes my test. The kids got the typical chicken fingers and fries, and seemed to be fine with the place. My wife ordered her normal, which is nothing. As we were leaving, my wife said, “well, I don’t think that was so good” How she knows this is beyond me. I think she ate 3 fries, and a bite of my burger, and yet was able to determine if the food was good or bad. I looked at the kids and asked them their opinion. “Hey boys, what did you think?” Luke replied, “It was good dad, but it ain’t no Hooters.” So he put it in perspective for me. 99 was ok, but Luke was right, it ain’t Hooters.