Showing posts with label grownups. Show all posts
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Saturday, September 2, 2017
Grownups Night Out The Pearl in Rockland Maine
Grownups Night Out The Pearl in Rockland Maine
Here are a few of the choice comments that I receive on a near-daily basis about having twins:
1. God Bless You!
2. Better you than me!
3. My, dont you have your hands full!
4. I dont know how you do it!
I think this kind of constant reaction from people has sort of deep down convinced me that my children really are too much of a handful for the average babysitter. Not that many people have ever offered to watch my children just for the hay of it, but when they do, you sort of think, "Are you serious? Do you know what you are getting into? Will they both be alive when I get back?"
So my initial reaction when our friends in Rockland offered to watch the kids for a date night was something along the lines of, "Oh, that is so kind, but really you dont have to pretend as if that is really an option..."
Then something happened. I basically got taken outside and sissy-slapped by the other four adults who really really really wanted to eat a civilized dinner at a civilized pace. They pointed out to me that our friends also have twins, so they did in fact know what they were getting into and seriously, Stephanie, cut the cord and go out and have fun.
Touche. Lets go eat.
So while our awesome friends fed pizza to six kids and changed about 10 diapers, we went to The Pearl and had a lovely adult evening complete with multiple courses, an actual bottle of wine, and conversation after the check had been paid. The food was better than expected. We would have been content with basic tourist food in exchange for the charming view of the harbor. But all of our meals were actually quite good. The scallops were done to perfection and the chowder was some of the best out of those we sampled up and down the coast. One big disappointment: they were out of steamers. We had to take care of that craving a few nights later.
The highlight of the night was when one of our friends came back from the restroom and mentioned that he had just discovered a bread bar. Even though we had finished dinner and didnt have one spare bit of room for dessert, a collective gasp went up from the table. We hadnt been given any bread at all, much less been told that there was a BREAD BAR!!! I thought about the delicious mussels sauce that had been taken away unsopped. A crime!
My mother did what any sane human would do and decided we would have a bread course. She jumped up from the table and went over to the bread bar, slicing away at the loaf and piling up butter in a bowl. At that moment the hostess walked over and explained that the bread bar....was a busboy station. They ushered my mom away and offered to bring over a basket of bread.
So there we sat. Dinner over, all dishes cleared, and a big basket of bread and butter. We dug in. It was pretty good bread. And the wait staff got another good tourist story. A great time was had by all.
1. God Bless You!
2. Better you than me!
3. My, dont you have your hands full!
4. I dont know how you do it!
I think this kind of constant reaction from people has sort of deep down convinced me that my children really are too much of a handful for the average babysitter. Not that many people have ever offered to watch my children just for the hay of it, but when they do, you sort of think, "Are you serious? Do you know what you are getting into? Will they both be alive when I get back?"
So my initial reaction when our friends in Rockland offered to watch the kids for a date night was something along the lines of, "Oh, that is so kind, but really you dont have to pretend as if that is really an option..."
Then something happened. I basically got taken outside and sissy-slapped by the other four adults who really really really wanted to eat a civilized dinner at a civilized pace. They pointed out to me that our friends also have twins, so they did in fact know what they were getting into and seriously, Stephanie, cut the cord and go out and have fun.
Touche. Lets go eat.
So while our awesome friends fed pizza to six kids and changed about 10 diapers, we went to The Pearl and had a lovely adult evening complete with multiple courses, an actual bottle of wine, and conversation after the check had been paid. The food was better than expected. We would have been content with basic tourist food in exchange for the charming view of the harbor. But all of our meals were actually quite good. The scallops were done to perfection and the chowder was some of the best out of those we sampled up and down the coast. One big disappointment: they were out of steamers. We had to take care of that craving a few nights later.
The highlight of the night was when one of our friends came back from the restroom and mentioned that he had just discovered a bread bar. Even though we had finished dinner and didnt have one spare bit of room for dessert, a collective gasp went up from the table. We hadnt been given any bread at all, much less been told that there was a BREAD BAR!!! I thought about the delicious mussels sauce that had been taken away unsopped. A crime!
My mother did what any sane human would do and decided we would have a bread course. She jumped up from the table and went over to the bread bar, slicing away at the loaf and piling up butter in a bowl. At that moment the hostess walked over and explained that the bread bar....was a busboy station. They ushered my mom away and offered to bring over a basket of bread.
So there we sat. Dinner over, all dishes cleared, and a big basket of bread and butter. We dug in. It was pretty good bread. And the wait staff got another good tourist story. A great time was had by all.
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