Indigo decided the other day that she wanted to go to The Melting Pot for her birthday dinner. Why? They have cheese. And, DJ has been talking about her trip there with Garbanzo for about a year now. She has been obsessed with going since that day. The idea of bubbling cheese on the table was just too enticing for her to ignore.
I knew fully that I was taking one for the team. I was in the minority – I would deal with the fact I was not the cheese loving fiends that the rest are. I will have to say that I was pleasantly surprised. Pretty good overall. But, DAMN! Go for happy hour because the prices for the dinners are just insane! As I said to Garbanzo as we were leaving, I think Indigo got her birthday party this year.
We had an interesting waiter though – John Paul from Mississippi who came to Portland via Boston last December. He did a great job serving us. And, he made Indigo feel special by coming by the table to check on Miss Indigo as he called her. She told him all about her red velvet birthday cake. I thought that guy was going to fall over at the mention of it. Being a good southern boy, he was salivating at the idea that someone was having red velvet cake (homemade) with cream cheese frosting for their birthday. He earned his tip. As Garbanzo said, he knows that most of that was John Paul playing up aspects of himself so we would love and tip him well. Garbanzo did it himself when he waited tables. Despite the fact he saw the game he felt he needed to applaud the guy for playing it well.
And, because it was a nice restaurant, we all had to dress up. For those of you who do not follow my husband on Twitter, here is what I was wearing.
Oh, and for the record, Garbanzo agrees with many that there should be a boots-on policy for sex.