|this is typically how restaurant meals go|
So today I figured after our weekly Target run to pick up our Project Life photos (I'm trying to get caught up!), we'd head over to the Barking Frog in Woodinville to try their Bacon Mac N Cheese.
As long as BabyT isn't overly hungry or tired, she does well in restaurants. Partly because of her mellow personality, and partly because we've been "practicing" since she was a baby. We've only had to leave a restaurant due to behavior issues twice, and both were dangerously close to bedtime. The last time we had to do that was nearly a year ago.
So I had no qualms about a Monday 11:30 lunch at a fairly nice restaurant.
It's been a rainy, miserable morning, so I was glad to finally get into the restaurant. It was, as I expected, empty, 5 minutes after opening. When I requested a table, the hostess told me they were all full for reservations and she suggested a different place down the street.
Let me repeat - the restaurant was EMPTY. It's a Monday, in February, 11:30 am, in kind of an out-of-the-way location.
Maybe I'm being overly sensitive, but I felt like she was trying to bounce us out of there. Part of my sensitivity is due to the fact that I've unsuccessfully tried to eat at this place a few times before. A couple of times, they had no reservations available (when I called). Once, they hung up on me immediately after telling me they were full, though I was still talking. They just seem a little... snotty. And it's not that *fancy* a restaurant - it's a rural suburb of Seattle, and nothing here is formal.
So we made our way to the very excellent Purple Cafe down the street (which also, thankfully, has mac n cheese on the menu). And our experience there made me wonder if the Barking Frog really did intend to keep us out.
Purple is running the same 3 courses for $25 promo that Barking Frog is (which is why BF claimed they were full), yet there were only about 6 or 7 full tables at Purple during our *entire* meal. The food and atmosphere are comparable.
Anyway, T and I had a delightful lunch. She got to practice her "restaurant manners" and inhaled a GIANT plate of pasta. I got my Lobster Mac N Cheese (more on that in a future post). Our waitress complimented T on her language skills, and the hostess complimented her on her behavior (what mama doesn't love to hear that?!). We got no dirty looks from other patrons.
But I think I'm done with trying to go to the Barking Frog. Maybe it's inheriting Bad Juju from its next door neighbor, The Herbfarm.
What do you think? Am I being overly sensitive? I suppose it is possible that on Monday at 11:30 they were going to fill up with 100+ diners in the next few minutes...