Dubuque for the first time. My wonderful in-laws took us to lunch and I was excited to finally get to eat at what some people are calling the best steak house in town. Mac and I walked over from the mall as we got haircuts and did a little shopping. We sat at a cute little bistro style table with matching chairs as we waited for the others to arrive.
A woman came flying out of the restaurant with her 2-year old
little girl and they sat at the table next to us. After the mother was seated the child began vomiting all over the pavement. The smell instantly penetrated my nostrils and even though I turned my head the sound of it splattering was painful. The mother was telling her baby in a calm voice that everything was going to be alright. I felt so bad for her, there is nothing worse than a sick child and now she also was missing out on a nice meal. I asked if she need me to get her some water or napkins and she said no, her husband was on the way out. I asked if the child had eaten in the restaurant (afraid of what might be in store
for us) and she said no.
Finally the rest of our party arrived and we were seated and ordered. The food was amazing and I loved the atmosphere. But half-way through my steak Mac said, “Mom, my belly hurts really bad.” She looked at me with huge eyes indicating that we’d better get the hell out of there fast. So we sat out front again at the cute little bistro table. The puke that was there when we went it had been cleaned up but you could still smell it. Thankfully Mac didn’t get sick and after a few minutes she said we could go back inside. But there was no way I was going to do that.
Once upon a time at an Olive Garden restaurant, Will projectile
vomited across the table (with a party of 11) and then turned his head and puked into my purse. It was a horrific event that I will never forget. He felt fine when he was finished throwing up but the looks on the faces of the people at the neighboring tables were awful. It was all family at our table and I’m sure they were not pleased either but they were family so they were understanding and very nice about the whole thing. Anyone in a ten table radius had their meal ruined. The mom’s nodded at me, as if they were telling me in secret code that they were not upset, that they understood. The men just shook their heads.
As always I will live and learn and I will plan on eating at Texas Roadhouse again sometime WITH NO KIDS!
Happy Monday to you.