not so wild date


Remember how I Tim and I were supposed to go out and eat a delicious dish last night? Total bust. Didn't happen. Our babysitter came over around 5pm (we eat dinner early over here in the midwest), and we headed to the restaurant of my choosing. As soon as we pulled into the full parking lot, I knew my plan was about to fail, but I held out hope that most of the cars belonged to the helpless parents of children at the Chuck e Cheese. Nope. I walked into the restaurant only to find out there was an hour and a half wait. We only had a babysitter for two hours so I knew that wasn't going to work. Tim and I walked into the frigid, winter night and looked at our options. We could do Chuck e Cheese, but I forgot to pack the extra strength Excedrin so that wasn't going to work out. I didn't feel like a greasy burger or a bowl of soup. I wanted to try something new and different. We decided to try a relatively new restaurant: Wild Berries.

Here's the scoop: It was not so wild. And there were not a lot of berries. The most wild part of the restaurant was taking the frontage road at a crazy fast speed to get out of there. The restaurant reminded us of an upscale Village Inn. We should've walked out right after seeing the cheesy decor, but our stomachs were growling and the clock was ticking. I ordered the crepes pictured above. While they may look yummy, they were dry and boring. No sauce on top and no cream in the middle to moisten my mouth. At one point I asked if they had a glaze to put on top, they brought me what I can only image was warmed jelly. I put my fork down at that point and shared Tim's omelet, which was actually pretty tasty. But how can you really mess up a meaty omelet? I took my crepes to go determined to make them better at home. We ate them this morning drizzled in chocolate sauce. Too bad we didn't think of that yesterday, it could've made for an interesting night.

But alas, we were pretty pooped after we got home and put the kids to bed. We ended up just cuddling on the couch like always, which in my opinion is the best way to end every night.

1 comment :

  1. We went out for dinner on Friday night too. Our babysitter didn't have an expiration (she was putting the kids to bed), so when the hostess told us our wait-time would be 50-55 minutes, we (grudgingly) grabbed our pager and crowded into the benches to wait. Lo and behold, not 15 seconds later, we were buzzed and taken to our table. Yippee! Miracles (and maybe mistakes!) do happen.

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