blastall

sunday. 4-24-05. five sets of tennis from 1 to 3:45. i am not asking what is for dinner. i am asking where are we going for dinner. i know ms. sharapova of everett lane must have something in her non-tennis bag of tricks. yes i do, as she produces three one -half off second entree coupons for the ROTISSERIE GRILL on magnolia. are they still good? is it the 29th yet? depends on how long it takes you to shower. hey, at least i get clean. clean requires your own reservoir? aah, domestic banter. the pinnacle of family entertainment. squeaky-clean slips into the civic and at 5:15 i slip the civic into the parking space closest to the door. the other folks hankerin for fowl from a skewer must still be getting clean. as you enter, the menu is on the wall to your left. this can be beyond annoying if the place is busy and you are in line behind people who could not make up their minds if they had them. no line at 5:15. step up to the register. if you look to your right, you can watch an entire flock of naked chickens rotating above fire for your dining pleasure. i always avoid viewing the spit of birds. i know you don't eat uncooked chicken but i just don't think it is right to flame peeps. ms cleaner-than-thou orders 1/2 dark, caesar salad and sauteed spinach. i order the chipotle meatloaf with mashed potatoes and a side of corn. with two drinks and our discount, the bill is $18.44. we leave the register with two glasses, a receipt and TENT 59. until tonight, i did not know the plastic number was called a TENT. i am not hollering. on the receipt it is in all caps. enroute to any place we want to sit, we stop at the all-you-care to drink stand. lemonade for the lady and diet coke for me. keep your eyes straight ahead. don't look left. you are right next to pollo en fuego. grab two straws and some honey and join my honey in the last booth, sw corner. sit beside each other so we can watch the crowd arrive, when and if it does. big folks been sittin where i'm sittin. all of a sudden, i am three inches shorter than miss amy who is eight inches shorter than me. i can barely see the TENT on the table. i sure hope our gaucho-clad server can find us. go to vegas to see new york city. go to disneyworld to see europe. come to tally for a taste of argentina. the lemonade nut loves it. in her expert opinion it will give chick-fil-a a run for the pucker prize. gaucho-girl locates TENT 59. not hard. 1 to 58 are gone and 60 is coming in the door as we thank her for the food. two hunks of meatloaf the size of bricks are sitting atop two mounds of mashed potatoes which are resting in a plate/bowl that still has room for me to dump in the side of corn and i do. oh boy. it is good. the chipotle gravy is the best i ever had. not that i have anything to compare it to. but if i had, it would compare favorably. my fowl lady enjoys her meal and gives me half of her corn muffin. i don't think she is either full or generous. she knows these muffins are not as good as they used to be. they are thicker and drier. not as sweet and crispy as they once were. she also knows that i would eat a woolen watch cap as long as i have honey. i kept the receipt for proof about the tent thing and because if we go back within 14 days we can get 15% off any entree. oh goody. we can save $1.40 off the bill on our next visit. not really. a michael jackson prenuptial agreement has fewer conditions than this future discount receipt. even if we made it through the first ten requirements and disclaimers, number 11 would give us the discount boot: OTHER RESTRICTIONS MAY APPLY. pretty chicken spit if you ask me.