As the family got larger, going out to dinner gradually went by the wayside. It was about the time that Robert started needing his own meal, then Colleen came along and took up space and attention and made it a lot more expensive and less enjoyable to just sit around a table anywhere, let alone out to dinner.
But lately we've ventured out a little bit, and it's been downright pleasant. The kids can read the menu for themselves and decide what they want. We don't have to do the talking for all the kids when the waiter comes. There's no wrangling a highchair.
Tonight we went out to dinner courtesy Mom and a gift card to The Cheesecake Factory from about 2002. It's been in my wallet for the better part of a decade, unused. With a brand-new baby in the house, we weren't going out anywhere, and in those days finding babysitting wasn't a given. The Cheesecake Factory has been loud and difficult to get into -- who can wait 40 minutes for a table with kids in tow? Dinner out for a while was destined for pizza places or semi-fast food (Cate and the kids eat McDonalds while I walk over to grab takeout from Chipotle), or the occasional trip to Applebee's.
And not that The Cheesecake Factory is so darn fancy, either.
So it sat, unused. Mom would ask (bug) me about it on occasion, and you know how gift card issuers used to like to charge a fee for not using the card. So I thought perhaps it might have had its money run out. When cleaning out my wallet I would see it and wonder if it was still good, but always hang onto it, even while assuming the worst. I told Mom many years ago that we had used it, just to get her off my back about it. (Nagging me about something is a sure way to keep me from wanting to do it.)
But today I looked up the phone number of their gift-card balance check line, punched in the number and was somewhat surprised to find it was still good for the full value, so we packed up our somewhat larger and older family and went. We got there about 5:30, so seating was not an issue at the only Cheesecake Factory in Minnesota. We had a nice meal, everyone ate until they were full, and you can see above that there are plenty of leftovers for future meals.
The only downer: Elizabeth is too old for the kids menu. We knew that already and loyal readers of the blog have already seen her tastes run to the expensive end of the spectrum, but we have a no-steak policy. She had a Thai chicken pasta dish, Robert had pasta with marinara, etc., and all the dishes were gigantic.
And Robert had a good time afterward playing around the gigantic horse, which is actually part of the P.F. Chang's exterior next door, but so be it.
So, Mom, thanks. Finally we used it.
Cate mentions that Elizabeth was off on a special trip with me this weekend. I'm not so sure how 'special' it was, though.
The last time I took Elizabeth with me on a basketball trip, we had a great time in Gettysburg, Pa. But that was a trip planned ahead of time, in part around her. This time, not so much. I went to kiss her good-bye Friday night on my way out the door and she asked, "Ooh, can I come?"
Robert had gone to a game with me in St. Paul earlier in the week, so I think she was feeling a little left out.
Little did she know it would require about 13 hours in the car and not much in the way of kid-friendly activities. I didn't even book a nice hotel because I thought I was traveling by myself. The game was in Grinnell, Iowa, at 1 in the afternoon, so we didn't really have time to seek out anything interesting to add to the itinerary. We stopped at a gift shop in town, which had absolutely nothing to offer, even to the point where Elizabeth noticed we were the only ones in the store, and said, "We can't even sneak out!"
She also had hot chocolate -- actually three times Saturday, in fact -- and a cinnamon roll at Saints Rest, a coffee shop in town. She helped me maintain my cover (I went to the game unannounced) and watched it with me, and was interested for a while but even a 130-109 game couldn't hold her. She was patient as I talked to players after the game.
Where she broke down was after two hours in the car on the way home, when I was suggesting we would stop anywhere but an Applebee's.
See, we were about 65 miles south of the next Applebee's on the interstate, and the road was not in great shape, so I was hoping we could stop and eat in hopes that the road would get treated and be a little more drivable. But no, not so much. Her response was, "when we go out to dinner, we never get to eat anywhere NICE!"
Real tears. And yes, apparently Applebee's is the definition of nice.
So, Ryan confirmed for me that the next Applebee's north of us (there was no chance I was backtracking 20 miles in that weather) was in Mason City, Iowa. And Elizabeth wanted to wait. So we trudged north at anywhere from 40-55 mph to get there.
Elizabeth ordered steak, but I was impressed: The first thing she ate off the plate wasn't the steak, or the gigantic baked potato (with its -- honest to goodness -- three tablespoons of butter), but the zucchini. And then the broccoli. She rattled off for me all the things she loves about Applebee's: the kitsch (my description) on the walls mostly. But honestly, it's almost the only place she's ever been on a regular basis, going back a decade. I remember taking her to Applebee's with the Jensens when she was a baby. Before she ate, frankly. And it's the place she would go to dinner with Patty most frequently. (Breakfast, IHOP, different story.) So it's sentimental value for her. Much like ... uhh ... yeah, I can't come up with anything for me. We stopped going when we started needing to feed and entertain three kids there.
My car doesn't have a functioning CD player, so we were at the mercy of the radio the whole trip. Elizabeth's popular musical appreciation is somewhat limited, but she's familiar with just about anything the folks at Kids Bop have covered, which apparently includes John Mayer's Waiting for the World to Change. I got a kick out of listening to her sing that.
I'm sure she'll remember it as boring, and I know it was for her. But it was nice to have her riding shotgun. And if I have more than five minutes' warning we can work on the itinerary with her in mind.
As the family got larger, going out to dinner gradually went by the wayside. It was about the time that Robert started needing his own meal, then Colleen came along and took up space and attention and made it a lot more expensive and less enjoyable to just sit around a table anywhere, let alone out to dinner.
But today I looked up the phone number of their gift-card balance check line, punched in the number and was somewhat surprised to find it was still good for the full value, so we packed up our somewhat larger and older family and went. We got there about 5:30, so seating was not an issue at the only Cheesecake Factory in Minnesota. We had a nice meal, everyone ate until they were full, and you can see above that there are plenty of leftovers for future meals.
