What We Did This Weekend:
Another Temple Trip
This weekend was our monthly temple trip. But before we get to the details of our road trip, we had date night on Friday.
Some good friends invited us over for some hot chocolate, doughnuts, and some quality conversation time Friday night. Before heading over to their house, we stopped at Panera Bread for dinner. Brookie tried the new white cheddar macaroni and cheese, and highly recommends it. In fact, she liked it so much that she wanted to eat their again while we were in St. Louis.
There were a few things of note that happened on Saturday. The temple is always noteworthy, but seldom is it fodder for our blog. Because I wasn't especially thrilled to eat at Panera Bread two consecutive days (even if it's not really called Panera in St. Louis), I needed to suggest a strong alternative. Café Rio sounded good. Too bad the closest one to us is 945 miles away (actually, since we were in St. Louis, it was more like 1,177 miles– not exactly "on the way home" from the temple). But we remembered a place that was similar to Café Rio called Qdoba, where we'd stopped once before.
Just like last week at Zepi's, we were all by ourselves at Qdoba. After looking at the menu and deciding on our lunches, we were excited. However, the lovely Lunch Lady in training behind the counter that took our orders and dished up our food saw to it that our excitement was fleeting. I capitalize Lunch Lady because, in my mind at least, it's a proper noun. We're talking about The Lunch Lady. Not just anyone that works on the food staff at a school. You know the one. And I say she was in training because she was probably only 19 or 20. So, anyway, she asks Brooke what she wanted and started to dish it up. She didn't smile at all, just grabbed the spoon in the type of food she wanted and "slop," threw it into her bowl. Grabbed the next spoon. Slop. "You want black or pinto beans?" Slop. "What kind of meat do you want with that?" Slop. Getting my order of nachos was every bit as painful to watch.
At Café Rio your tastebuds get excited the second you're there– even before you park sometimes. Then, as it gets closer and closer to your turn to order, you really start to salivate. I've never become less enthused about my meal as they've dished it up. Quite the opposite, really. The anticipation only builds as they construct my shredded chicken salad, holding the cilantro. But at Qdoba on Saturday, Lunch Lady made sure that any anticipation we had for our lunch was replaced with feelings of guilt for having been such an inconvenience to her. Our meals were really good. But food is so much less appetizing when it's slopped.
We made our monthly stop at the outlet stores in Warrenton, MO too. We went to GAP again, but this time, it wasn't for us. This time we were trying to buy clothes for the Boy. It was harder than I thought it would be. I was having trouble deciding on anything. After all, what we bought could end up influencing his style for years to come. The last thing we want is for him to end up on some show like "What Not to Wear." We did buy a few things, now we just hope that he'll look good in them.
And that's what we did this weekend!
Go to the board!
Some good friends invited us over for some hot chocolate, doughnuts, and some quality conversation time Friday night. Before heading over to their house, we stopped at Panera Bread for dinner. Brookie tried the new white cheddar macaroni and cheese, and highly recommends it. In fact, she liked it so much that she wanted to eat their again while we were in St. Louis.
There were a few things of note that happened on Saturday. The temple is always noteworthy, but seldom is it fodder for our blog. Because I wasn't especially thrilled to eat at Panera Bread two consecutive days (even if it's not really called Panera in St. Louis), I needed to suggest a strong alternative. Café Rio sounded good. Too bad the closest one to us is 945 miles away (actually, since we were in St. Louis, it was more like 1,177 miles– not exactly "on the way home" from the temple). But we remembered a place that was similar to Café Rio called Qdoba, where we'd stopped once before.
Just like last week at Zepi's, we were all by ourselves at Qdoba. After looking at the menu and deciding on our lunches, we were excited. However, the lovely Lunch Lady in training behind the counter that took our orders and dished up our food saw to it that our excitement was fleeting. I capitalize Lunch Lady because, in my mind at least, it's a proper noun. We're talking about The Lunch Lady. Not just anyone that works on the food staff at a school. You know the one. And I say she was in training because she was probably only 19 or 20. So, anyway, she asks Brooke what she wanted and started to dish it up. She didn't smile at all, just grabbed the spoon in the type of food she wanted and "slop," threw it into her bowl. Grabbed the next spoon. Slop. "You want black or pinto beans?" Slop. "What kind of meat do you want with that?" Slop. Getting my order of nachos was every bit as painful to watch.
At Café Rio your tastebuds get excited the second you're there– even before you park sometimes. Then, as it gets closer and closer to your turn to order, you really start to salivate. I've never become less enthused about my meal as they've dished it up. Quite the opposite, really. The anticipation only builds as they construct my shredded chicken salad, holding the cilantro. But at Qdoba on Saturday, Lunch Lady made sure that any anticipation we had for our lunch was replaced with feelings of guilt for having been such an inconvenience to her. Our meals were really good. But food is so much less appetizing when it's slopped.
We made our monthly stop at the outlet stores in Warrenton, MO too. We went to GAP again, but this time, it wasn't for us. This time we were trying to buy clothes for the Boy. It was harder than I thought it would be. I was having trouble deciding on anything. After all, what we bought could end up influencing his style for years to come. The last thing we want is for him to end up on some show like "What Not to Wear." We did buy a few things, now we just hope that he'll look good in them.
And that's what we did this weekend!
Go to the board!
You two are so cute... you won't care in the tiniest bit what he's wearing once you have him--you'll think he's the cutest thing ever regardless!
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