<p><p>Going to dinner with grandparents is always an entertaining feat. Two blind people and one pair equals twenty minutes to read the menu plus another ten because I have to explain what each dish is. Then theres the round of "Does this sound good?" And "Have you ever had this?". You gotta love old people. Then the waitress arrived. Oh my god, you thought the first part was bad. In a nearly empty dining room it took her 30 minutes to finally swing by and give us our lukewarm water and take our order. At my request for a coke (i didnt think it was weird) she responded with rolling eyes and sourly added "that'll take a while, i have to get it from the bar." This lady must be some kinda stupid. We start our order, two fish&chips and a prime rib sandwich. Awhile later she finnnnally brings our salads, ranch either really bitter or really rotten. Then the main course arrives, looking promising at first glance. Then we discovered that at this particular restaurant a prime rib sandwich meant a slab of fat on a piece of toast and french fries weren't considered done until they were completely fried to nothing but a crispy shell. After finishing our three bites of slimy fish nuggets, we were ready to leave. We put our thirty-five dollar gift certificate along with a twenty dollar bill (was not worth even the twenty) and waited for the old bat to come and get it. That didnt work either. We had to bring it to her. It was the most awkward meal i have ever eaten. Next time I'll opt for Crapplebees.
Hmmmmm. Sounds like you had fun
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