Spent hours on my website yesterday, felt a bit guilty so I took my son and his friend out to a cartooning camp and then took hubby out for dinner to a local Spanish cafe that I have fallen in love with. Isn't it always the way that when you want to really blow someone away or you've fluffed something up that it falls short when it comes to the crunch.
Such was the Spanish dinner expedition.
My husband (Craig) is really not fond of social outings, and eating out virtually makes him get hives - that's okay, not everyone likes to eat out. He just likes quiet spaces and no frills, so it has to be simple and easy. So I considered his disposition and then I coerced him into coming to the Spanish Cafe with the promise of great food and atmosphere.
Lets just say that it was a huge failure.
Firstly, the place was pretty crowded, which is never a good start, and the drink that we had in the Irish Pub before hand wasn't awesome either- that place was already 3/4 full of loud half pissed people which hubby also hates.
So the Spanish place is busy and the only table offering is olives - which he hates (YAY) and then comes the menu - YIKES!! The prices had been jacked up since my last visit 5 weeks ago and a lot of the tapas that I go for are missing, worst still only Spanish beer on the menu. Breathe....be cool....fudge your way through.
Maybe a nice sangria to start, they're always nice - IF YOU DON'T HATE MULLED WINE! What the fuck was I thinking? Needless to say I drank a whole jug of sangria myself and went a head and tried to order what I thought he might like. He found the calamari OK, the garlic prawns a bit off putting and then my final hope - the pulled pork. BABOW - It was much fattier than I recalled and no crunchy pig skin joy anywhere.
It's cool - churros will save the day. No, not this day! $80 and 20 minutes later we're heading home and hubby says he feels sick. Perfect - boy I know how to show a guy a good time.
In the door and not exactly on great terms, I hit the Jamiesons and the couch, watching TOSH.O I promise myself to not initiate a dinner date for another 12 months at least.
Oh, Spanish why did you have to fuck up tonight?
Such was the Spanish dinner expedition.
My husband (Craig) is really not fond of social outings, and eating out virtually makes him get hives - that's okay, not everyone likes to eat out. He just likes quiet spaces and no frills, so it has to be simple and easy. So I considered his disposition and then I coerced him into coming to the Spanish Cafe with the promise of great food and atmosphere.
Lets just say that it was a huge failure.
Firstly, the place was pretty crowded, which is never a good start, and the drink that we had in the Irish Pub before hand wasn't awesome either- that place was already 3/4 full of loud half pissed people which hubby also hates.
So the Spanish place is busy and the only table offering is olives - which he hates (YAY) and then comes the menu - YIKES!! The prices had been jacked up since my last visit 5 weeks ago and a lot of the tapas that I go for are missing, worst still only Spanish beer on the menu. Breathe....be cool....fudge your way through.
Maybe a nice sangria to start, they're always nice - IF YOU DON'T HATE MULLED WINE! What the fuck was I thinking? Needless to say I drank a whole jug of sangria myself and went a head and tried to order what I thought he might like. He found the calamari OK, the garlic prawns a bit off putting and then my final hope - the pulled pork. BABOW - It was much fattier than I recalled and no crunchy pig skin joy anywhere.
It's cool - churros will save the day. No, not this day! $80 and 20 minutes later we're heading home and hubby says he feels sick. Perfect - boy I know how to show a guy a good time.
In the door and not exactly on great terms, I hit the Jamiesons and the couch, watching TOSH.O I promise myself to not initiate a dinner date for another 12 months at least.
Oh, Spanish why did you have to fuck up tonight?
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