I’ve discovered a new dining experience. I didn’t actually discover it, my SIL Trish did. I just like to do everything she does because I want to be her when I grow up.
You all know of my deep and abiding love of All Things Carrabbas. The takeaway service has saved my family from near starvation on many occasions. Not to mention the added bonus of preserving the sanctity of my sanity.
But every once in a great while, we ditch the kids and Fiddledaddy and I put on clothes with no stains AND ACTUALLY GO INTO CARRABBAS. TO SIT DOWN. FOR DINNER.
Such was the case on Friday evening. By the time we peeled out of the driveway after slowing down just long enough to push the children out at Aunt Trish’s house, we aimed ourselves towards Carrabbas. Trish had made the suggestion that we sit at the bar.
My eyes lit up.
Not that bar. The bar in front of the grill. Where you can watch OTHER people cook. AND, sometimes, yes sometimes, the guys behind the bar will slip you a sample or two.
SAMPLES! I have an even greater love of samples than I do of fru-fru cocktails bearing tiny umbrellas.
When we arrived at Carrabbas, we noticed that the entire population of Armpit, Florida had also decided to take advantage of the dining out option.
Pity, since I was STARVING. And I make it no secret how my personality undergoes a little makeover if I haven’t eaten.
Fiddledaddy assessed the situation quickly and asked if we could be seated at the bar in front of the grill. She said, “Sure, go on in.”
Like we were VIPs or something.
And I acted the part by doing something akin to a cartwheel to celebrate the fact that I was going to eat sooner than later. Without children. With my husband.
The bar seating was lovely. Once I negotiated the unwedging of myself when I became entangled between two bar stools. I may have ended upside-down at one point. This is one of the many reasons that Fiddledaddy cherishes the times he can take me out and show me off in public.
Let me just say that I am 5 kinds of impressed with the operation that Carrabbas runs. They are a well oiled machine, and I’ve never had bad service or a bad meal any time I’ve been there.
We sat watching in amazement 7 or 8 guys working in a two foot space between the grill and counter in perfect cooking harmony. SEE HONEY? MEN DO KNOW HOW TO MULTITASK!
I had no idea.
We remarked that we could never sit at the bar with our offspring, because, well, NO ROOM. And because of Cailey’s intense fear of fire. Which you’d think she be use to all of the flaming flare ups after watching me in action at both the stove and the grill. But, whatever.
We ordered an appetizer of fried zucchini (you know, because vegetables are good for you) and split the Steak Marsala. It was the perfect amount.
And yes, every once in a while I take a break from the diet, because I AM ONLY HUMAN.
I have needs, you know. And they include a slice of Carrabbas bread or two dipped into a bit of spicy olive oil.
I just caused myself to swoon.
A totally enjoyable experience was had by the both of us.
And I didn’t have to do dishes.
What is your favorite place to enjoy the dining out experience?