Author’s Note: Due to the really sucky economy, I am between Internet providers (read: Hubby and I are broke and we can’t pay Comcast right now, so they cut off our Internet) and am currently using the taxpayer supported public library’s Internet services. It really bites because I have to keep running back to the log in station every 30 minutes and then moving to another computer to stay online. For you dear readers, this means that my very anticpated post about the TV Love of My Life Dennis Haysbert will have to be on hold for now. But, feel free to enjoy this post and my many other entertaining tidbits of my life!
Yesterday, the family and I went out to Golden Corral to eat dinner. We saw the latest commercials advertising their seafood buffet and decided that we could use a meal that wasn’t spaghetti, ramen noodles, mac n cheese, or pinto beans and cornbread. I didn’t have to work (my schedule finally being determined for now to be Friday and maybe Saturday every week) so we went after church.
I love Golden Corral, Ryan’s, Fire Mountain, Old Country Buffet and what have you in buffet restaurants, because you get to eat all you want for one price. Yummy! Of course it was crowded but there were a couple of things that made the promise of a seafood dinner feel like a Sunday morning Walk of Shame after a drunken Saturday night hookup:
1. The Prices: GC now charges $9.99 on Sundays. It used to be at least $6.99 drink included! (Thanks a lot Bush!) Then they have the colossal nerve to charge my 13 year old son as an adult and charged us separately for our drinks! Yesterday’s meal cost me about a tank of gas which is $40.
2. The service: It used to be that when once you paid your money at GC you would sit down and wait for a server to bring you your plates and a basket of hot rolls and honey butter. Not! I had to get up, get our plates and silverware, and get our rolls and butter! If I wanted to get up and get plates and rolls, I would have stayed home and cooked the damn food myself!
Also, I had to hunt down a waitress to find a high chair for The Big Phony Baby. He has this annoying habit now of looking right into our mouths-especially mine- when we are eating. And don’t let it be past his meal time–he will scream bloody murder if you’re eating and he’s not. So my Maryland crab cakes got cold while I fed the baby some mixed veggies and made him hold his bottle to drink afterwards.
Here’s what made me mad about that: a good waitress would have noticed that we came in with a baby and asked us right then if we needed a high chair. I used to be a waitress long, long ago when I was a struggling single mother and quickly learned that little things equaled big tips. I feel like I should not have to hunt someone down to get something like that.
And while I am on the subject of restaurant high chairs, GC’s was shoddy. Who heard of a high chair without a tray? I had to strap the baby in and pull him up to the table which didn’t work at all because the table was kinda higher than the chair. I had to pull the baby around to me and feed him there. It was messier than it needed to be.
Other than that, everything was OK. The seafood was good and I ate lots of it because until I find steadier work, jaunts to GC will be few and far in between.
Toodles!
