There is ONE restaurant in my town I don't care to go to--only ONE. Of course, that's the one my in-laws picked to have my fil's 70th b-day dinner
This is a Mexican place that does BBQ on Fridays, but can never order enough ribs to serve everyone. We got there and cars are lined up down the street--I'm so not good with crowds, so I wanted to call it off. My honey talked me into going--I love that man so much, so I gave it a shot. Between the crappy service and the crowd and the normal stuff I really dislike about my inlaws, I only lasted a little over an hour.
My family waits until everyone is served before we say grace and eat. My in-laws simply dig in when the food's in front of you. I was served last, and I'm a slow eater. I was literally only a quarter into my entree when the waitress comes and starts boxing the in-law's food.....kinda made me lose my appetite. I can't stand being rushed. So, I left early. Made it up to my honey later
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Long story short, Mexican food last night. Sorry for the rant, but I feel better now!
Tonight will be ham, cheesy taters and a salad.