I Went to the Suburbs and All I Got Were Moldy Buns

For the second weekend in a row, I went to the suburban oasis known as Casa de Los Fitzes. It really is super fabulous there. I sleep the sleep of the dead, Max is always ready to cuddle and there is shopping and good food. Pretty much everything I love in a weekend.

On Friday night, Andrew was out so Christine and I took the opportunity to go a favorite restaurant of suburban girls everywhere (or at least the Northeast) - Friendly's. We salivated over the menu. We hemmed and hawed about which delicious thing to order. Initially I was going to get a salad, then maybe a wrap. I finally settled on the Kickin' Buffalo Chicken Sandwich and Christine got the Crispy Chicken Salad with ranch dressing. I made a fatal error and she ended up the winner.

Scene from a Friendly's Restaurant

Melanie: Mozzarella sticks are good.
Christine: Yes.
M: French fries are good. Would you like one?
C: Oh, sure. If you are offering. Tasty.
M (halfway through sandwich): Oh no. My bread has mold on it.
C: What? WTF?
M: WTF?
Waitress: Oh my goodness. That is disgusting. I'm going to take that off. (Editor's Note: I think she means off the bill, Christine thinks she means maybe just off the plate.)
C: Do you want some of my salad?
M: No, thanks.
C: Are you sure? I'm done.
M: Oh, maybe just a few bites. (Editor's Note: It is delicious.)
W: I'm so sorry. That is so gross. Would you like anything else?
M & C: Oh, that isn't going to stop us from ordering ice cream. Two sundaes, please.
W: Okay, here is your bill. I took off the sandwich and the ice cream. I am sorry again. That is disgusting. Your sundaes are in the freezer.
M & C (in stunned disbelief): Wow. Thank you.
M & C (after waitress walks away): That is awesome. We have to leave a good tip.
Manager: I hear there was a problem with your food.
M: Yeah, the bread was moldy.
Mgr: I'm very sorry. I don't know why she didn't catch that. (Editor's Note: Why didn't the cook catch it? The waitress should be able to assume the bread isn't moldy.) I believe you (Editor's note: uh, thanks?). I'm really surprised not just because I work here, but because this is the only place I've worked where the food was fresh. (Editor's Note: Christine wants list of every where else he's worked so she can stay away.) Can we get you anything else?
M & C: No, thank you.
Mgr: Next time you are in, ask for me. I will make your dinner myself and give you free dessert.
M & C: Uh. Thanks.

Christine and I get our sundaes out from the freezer (so awesome) and die laughing the entire way home. We let our tummys rest for a while, then assault them with delicious ice cream.

End scene.

Saturday was spent shopping, where I got a killer dress for Maureen's wedding at Lord & Taylor and Christine and I refrained from getting any matching clothes at Old Navy. I was so exhausted by the time we got back to the house that I ended up staying another night.

La Casa de Los Fitzes es muy bueno!