Last night, Mr. E and I went to a restaurant in Orlando. Our kids are big enough to stay home by themselves for a little while, so we didn’t even have to hire a babysitter. (Not that we ever hired a babysitter…my parents have always provided their services at no charge. Just another reason I have a good life.) However, it was good to not have to worry about what we would do with the kids. Of course, they were not happy about being left home alone and together, but they survived. The house? Well, that’s another story. Let’s just say some chores will be done today.
We went to a Brazilian Steakhouse. That’s the kind of place where the servers (or gauchos, as they are called) bring meat around on skewers. How bad can life be when you’re eating unlimited steak that is brought to you on a stick?
Let me tell you, the Brazilians know how to eat. This place had the whole spread. They had a salad bar that, by itself, was amazing. It had 4 or 5 kinds of cheeses, including balls of fresh mozzarella. There were olives. There were the things that I thought were olives that ended up being squishy onions. They didn’t taste bad, but it was a disgusting texture when I thought I was putting an olive in my mouth. They had hearts of palm, asparagus spears, grilled zucchini and apple salad. There was chicken salad, pickled peppers (Peter Piper works there!) and more. Oh yeah, and they had salad too. We had to be careful not to eat too much because we didn’t want to get full on vegetables.
When we were ready, the gauchos brought around platters with all kinds of meats. We just told them what cooking temperature we wanted, and they delivered. If the gaucho didn’t have exactly what we wanted, we just told him, and someone was there within one minute with our request. Talk about service! If only I could train my kids to do that at home. (If only I could train my kids to do anything at home!)
We had top sirloin and bottom sirloin and middle sirloin (is that even a thing?). There was filet mignon and bacon wrapped filet mignon and prime rib. They had Parmesan encrusted pork and chicken legs and leg of lamb. They had lamb chops, too, and I tried them. I’m pretty sure I don’t like lamb, because the lamb chops tasted like death to me. The meat was never-ending. All we had to do was flip our little paper coasters from red to green, and it just kept coming.
Now, this was Mr. Everything’s kind of place. He could have as much meat as he wanted, and he had a lot. I, on the other hand, couldn’t make it past the fried polenta cakes and the cheese bread to care about the meat. I think I might have a carb addiction. They had garlic mashed potatoes and fried bananas, too, but I stuck with the cheese bread and polenta. They have more carbs.
After dinner, we had crème brulee. Pudding will never be the same once you’ve had real crème brulee. I topped mine off with cappuccino. Coffee with foam…how can you beat that? Then, when we were finished, we rolled ourselves to our car.
As we were driving home, we had an hour without the kids bickering. I think that was my favorite part of the night. (No, actually, it was the cheese bread. It might be time for a carb intervention.) We were talking about how lucky we were to have the job we have. Who else do you know who lives in a single-wide trailer but goes out for $250 meals? Have I mentioned that I love my job? I am thankful that I was brave enough to answer that ad about mystery shopping years ago, and I am thankful that I have been given the opportunities that I have.
I think that on days when life seems hard and I start feeling sorry for myself, I’ll just focus on the cheese bread, and I’ll realize that life is good. It really is. –Al