Worst dinner ever
Ah, tonight didn't go as planned. We had a decent time, but not as planned. We found out about a fantastic rib restaurant in Cincinnati, so we drove up there. But there was a wait just to get into the parking lot, so we decided not to go. We ended up driving way down the river about 20 miles or so. It was really pretty. Lots of gorgeous condos that we wished we were rich enough to live in. We headed back and ended up going through Covington, where we decided to eat. Weirdly, there was free parking on weekends at meters, which was great, but we figured out why pretty soon. There weren't any restaurants open! At six in the frickin' evening! We were so confused. We walked around a bit and finally found a place called The Spot Down Under - supposedly a bar and grille. It was in the basement of some old building, and as we walked down, it seemed pretty cool. Once down there, it became clear that it was really just a bar.
So it took almost five minutes before the bartender (apparently he was the only person working there tonight) came to take our order. Not because it was busy, though, but because he was chatting with the only other person in the bar. We ordered burgers and drinks (just Coke and ice water, which seemed to confuse the poor guy - he was stoned out of his head. At one point he gathered up our *untouched* glasses for refills and carried them halfway across the room before noticing they weren't empty.). When I sipped my water, I was shocked because it seriously tasted a bit like *milk.* Gross? Hells yeah. I sipped it again to be sure, but was right the first time. After about half an hour, our burgers came out. Charred to a crisp. I kid you not - these things had a thick layer of carbon, enough that they were crunchy. We were starving, so we crunched away at them for a bit, then had to wait another fifteen minutes or so until he noticed we needed our check. We were tempted to leave without paying - not only was he ignoring us, but the food was virtually inedible. And that's not even mentioning the milk-water.
It was so awful. But fun awful, if that makes sense. Tom and I burst out laughing the instant we got out the door. While we were eating, we'd joked about the fact that it seemed that the barkeeper himself must've gone out back and thrown these on a charcoal grill or something, then walked away so they could burn up. On the way out, we passed a still-hot grill! I can't believe we were right.
We ended up not going to the Majestic for the show after all, though, because we took so long at dinner. So we came back to the inn to watch movies. Now he's fast asleep beside me. It's nine thirty. My boy is such a wuss.
He's ditching the last day of his painting class. They're way over his head - he's a beginner among semi-professionals and award winners, and he says he's learned a lot these two days, but that he just can't keep up. So instead, we're going to the museum together tomorrow. To see the pirate exhibit! Yaaay! It'll be more fun with him, anyway.
So I'm going to write a bit more tonight before bed. Even though the boy's not going to his class, we're still signed up for an 8 AM breakfast, so I have to be up kind of early. It makes me sad that we have to check out by eleven. I really like it here.
So it took almost five minutes before the bartender (apparently he was the only person working there tonight) came to take our order. Not because it was busy, though, but because he was chatting with the only other person in the bar. We ordered burgers and drinks (just Coke and ice water, which seemed to confuse the poor guy - he was stoned out of his head. At one point he gathered up our *untouched* glasses for refills and carried them halfway across the room before noticing they weren't empty.). When I sipped my water, I was shocked because it seriously tasted a bit like *milk.* Gross? Hells yeah. I sipped it again to be sure, but was right the first time. After about half an hour, our burgers came out. Charred to a crisp. I kid you not - these things had a thick layer of carbon, enough that they were crunchy. We were starving, so we crunched away at them for a bit, then had to wait another fifteen minutes or so until he noticed we needed our check. We were tempted to leave without paying - not only was he ignoring us, but the food was virtually inedible. And that's not even mentioning the milk-water.
It was so awful. But fun awful, if that makes sense. Tom and I burst out laughing the instant we got out the door. While we were eating, we'd joked about the fact that it seemed that the barkeeper himself must've gone out back and thrown these on a charcoal grill or something, then walked away so they could burn up. On the way out, we passed a still-hot grill! I can't believe we were right.
We ended up not going to the Majestic for the show after all, though, because we took so long at dinner. So we came back to the inn to watch movies. Now he's fast asleep beside me. It's nine thirty. My boy is such a wuss.
He's ditching the last day of his painting class. They're way over his head - he's a beginner among semi-professionals and award winners, and he says he's learned a lot these two days, but that he just can't keep up. So instead, we're going to the museum together tomorrow. To see the pirate exhibit! Yaaay! It'll be more fun with him, anyway.
So I'm going to write a bit more tonight before bed. Even though the boy's not going to his class, we're still signed up for an 8 AM breakfast, so I have to be up kind of early. It makes me sad that we have to check out by eleven. I really like it here.