Friday Mom, Grandma and the Aunties went to get their nails done for the wedding so Dad was on his own with us. Grandpa, Beth and Sam joined us for lunch at Dad’s favorite KC joint- Jazz! It was so good we had to take Mom back on Saturday before the wedding.
After Mom was done getting her nails painted a lovely shade of red we all went swimming in the pool. It was colder than we were used to so we didn’t stay in too long. Wyatt got a faceful of salty water so he did not enjoy it as much as I did! Poor Wyatt. The best part was laying on the lounge chairs wrapped up in towels after we got out.
Thursday we headed East to Columbia, home of the Tigers.
We met up with Mom’s friend Beth and her three (THREE!!!) little boys for lunch at Flat Branch Brewery before we took a whirlwind tour of the town.
We tried to get pics by the columns but the quad was all roped off to get the grass ready for graduation. Mom tried to get Dad to thumb his nose at authority and bring the boys up to the columns anyway but he wouldn’t. Seriously, who’s afraid of the landscape police?
Then we met Bob at Booches for a couple burgers. Mom and Dad could have eaten a couple more, they were THAT good. Oh Booches, how we miss you and our Tuesday nights.
One more stop to Mom’s favorite bar, the Berg where she came to the conclusion that it’s just not the same with a double stroller.
The Tiger track exit…almost there!
We love visiting Columbia and wish we could have stayed longer. Maybe one day we’ll have a reason to visit more often…hint hint. We’ve got two, hopefully ONE of them decides to attend our Alma mater!
We’ve been busy this week! Going to the doctor, working on our neck strength, sleeping on our Dad…then we had visitors from out of town! It was crazy fun, Dad will post about that later. Here are a few of Mom’s favorite moments this week:
We got our first hockey sticks when Dad went to the game on Saturday night with Uncle Mike. Our phone has been ringing off the hook and we have a feeling the NHL will be calling us really soon. Lincoln enjoyed banging his stick on the wood floors until Mom put a stop to it. She also said no skates in the house. We’re not sure what skates are but we think they have something to do with “mini-mites” and possibly a time consuming hobby that may or may not start when we are 4.
Wyatt is pretty sure once he has a little more coordination with his grip he’ll be taking out the cats with this thing on a regular basis.
After a long day at the Mall of America cruising in the stroller, hitting on cheerleaders and the occasional waitress the boys were bushed.
Tummy time on Thursday was very productive, we negotiated a later bedtime and eliminated a nap or two…good luck Mom and Dad!
The only way Mom can tell us apart in this picture is because she made sure Lincoln was on the left…that’s the rule but Mom and Dad don’t always follow it.
Mention Benihana to anyone and you are probably going to hear some variation on this sentence- “I could drink their Shrimp Sauce for breakfast it’s so good!”
Well, I don’t agree. I’m not a fan of mayo and a mayo based sauce on my fried rice- like everyone at my table used it for kind of makes me want to barf. And I could have. Actually, thanks to the Zofran, I was feeling REALLY good last night. Today, not so good. But last night I had a delicious meal, sans Shrimp Sauce.
It was my Mom’s birthday. It seemed like every table in the place was having a birthday. I don’t go to many restaurants where singing Happy Birthday is a big loud thumping mess, but here it was happening like every 5 minutes. I suppose it’s a birthday type place to go. We kept our happy occasion under wraps and enjoyed our meal in relative quiet. The best was the guy in the table kitty corner from us who stood up and clapped in time whenever they started to sing, like it was his job or something. Finally they went to his table and his girlfriend was MORTIFIED. I guess if you date the clapper you know what you’re getting into.
It seemed like it was a blind date, they didn’t seem to know each other and right off the bat things seemed a little off. They were early twenties, recent grads of the U, both had new jobs, he in some sort of tech capacity, I don’t remember what she did. She seemed a bit high maintenance, he more laid back. The restaurant is one of the most highly touted spots in the city, located in Northeast Minneapolis- a hipster’s paradise. They specialize in “small plates” two to four bite items that you order a bunch of and share- this is what they are known for, this is what they do well, this is why people go there. The waitress explained the whole shebang when they sat down.
The tables are close at The Sample Room, like you might bump your ass on the person next to you as you get up for the ladies room if you are J.Lo.
The girl on this date got up many, many times.
She was also constantly texting or talking on her cell phone. Sometimes she would just start calling people while in mid conversation, maybe she was trying to send out an SOS to a friend- fake a death I need out of this date! Which would be weird since he needed to be saved from her.
The poor guy was working really hard through all of this, trying to find a topic they could stay on, trying to ignore the fact that she was calling her BFF to talk about nail polish. Funny thing was, he never seemed annoyed, and he just kept trying a new angle, kept a smile on. Denial.
She ordered a side salad for dinner. A little flabbergasted he ordered one of the small plates; I think it was the meatloaf, which is actually pretty good. When I heard him order I tried to make eye contact- you will be sorry, see this here plate, that was the meatloaf- two bites my friend, delicious, but SMALL!!! (For reference, we ordered at least eight things, we just kept ordering when we saw something else that sounded good.) The waitress asked if he was sure, he asked his date if she wanted a sandwich or something, an entree, a gander at the menu again, someone to explain the whole sharing of small plates concept again. She just wanted a salad, dressing on the side. He said he was fine as well. OK! The waitress looked at me and we had a little moment of understanding.
When their food arrived her salad was gigantic compared to his little plate. He looked down and made a little joke about how he didn’t know if he’d be able to finish, she didn’t even crack a smile, she got up to use the ladies room, again, nearly taking out my wine flight on the way. This is when I wanted to tell him to flee- my husband wanted to reassure him that there was a White Castle not too far up the road and from their conversation, probably on his way home. You too will eat tonight my friend.
The last thing I remember was her telling him she was tired and really needed to get home, then whipping out her phone and making plans for later. This guy deserved a medal.
Minneapolis St. Paul Magazine had this restaurant as the Best place for a First Date, I imagine the whole choosing items, trying new things and sharing would take some pressure off and be a great time for anyone else. Such a night should not have been wasted on this girl.
I know some people will say Fuji-Ya isn’t the best place in the cities to go, but it’s still pretty fantastic. I really couldn’t find anything to complain about the last time we were there, the waitress was so helpful, the sushi tasted fresh and we had a great time. I can’t wait for tonight.
The thing about sushi is I can’t stand the preboxed stuff at the grocery store; it really freaks me out. I like to go, sit down, order ala carte and get exactly what I want. No California Rolls. No avocado. I like that if I want something else or want to try something new it’s not a big deal- just order it. I can’t do this all the time so it’s a treat when we do go. That said, every time we go out for the next month sushi will be our first thought. My husband on the other hand would buy sushi from a guy on the corner if he could. He’ll eat anything packaged with ginger and wasabi.
After tonight I need to nail down a place for my birthday. Last year it was the Sample Room. Fantastic, and we got to witness what could have been the world’s worst first date. Ever. The tables were so close I almost leaned over to the guy and said “get out now, this isn’t going to get better.” my husband and I erupted in laughter when they finally left.
The Modern Cafe is in the running, local, rave reviews, low key. That’s kind of where I’m at right now. I need to do a little research and see what I’ve missed, it’s been a while since I updated my list of places, and lately it’s been Mac’s or Mac’s. Or as Honey’s coworker calls it “The Industrial”. Who the hell calls it that? Not a regular, that’s who. I’m going to convince my Mom we need to hit the Liffy before we see the Boss, fish and chips and actual good beer before we hit the Xcel. What could be better?
I am so hungry right now. All that is on the immediate horizon is coffee. At least it’s from Caribou.
First I wrote about living in Northeast with my husband, at Stanley in the City. Then I wrote about my first pregnancy (Surprise, it's twins! Surprise, being pregnant sucks!), at Player to be Named Later. After our third son was born I migrated everything over here, to The Slacker Mom. Two cross city moves, and one more son later, and here we are.