March 5, 2013
Rock Red Lobster
Owen's fondest wish in the entire world for three months running was to go to Red Lobster. Seriously. While Beth and I do eat fish from time to time, Mia is a tried and true vegetarian. There was nothing for her at Red Lobster. Beth is deathly allergic to shellfish. So, there was plenty to kill Beth at Red Lobster. So while the girls wrapped up their show and attended the after party, Owen and I ventured to Red Lobster.
Owen is all about meat. And the weirder the better. Of course weird is all relative and through the eyes of a five year old, weird happens to be squid, lobster, octopus, eel, seahorses and shrimp. Though he'd had shrimp numerous times he went with the popcorn shrimp. I went with the salmon and, when I learned that they had no lobster for kids, a lobster tail. Owen loved the shrimp but wasn't all that into the lobster. Which meant that I shoveled $30 worth of seafood into myself and lived to tell the tale (or, tail, depending on how you look at it).
Having kids is a study in contrasts. When we arrived at the restaurant, there was a 25 minute wait. We spent the entire time looking at the lobsters in the lobster tank. Because I want him to know where the stuff he's eating is coming from, I asked him what happens when people order lobster. They grab one of the lobster in this tank, cook it, and give it to people he said, very matter-of-factly. If Mia had been there she would have staged a revolt, conned some other kid into creating a distraction while she liberated all the lobsters and held the front door open for them.Posted by Chris at March 5, 2013 7:33 AM