Saturday night somehow sneaked up on us. It was already 8 p.m., and our 9-year-old decided she wanted a night out. We were exhausted and not in the mood for a drive downtown. That is what happens when you have kids later in life.
I am usually the high-maintenance one, the person who questions and vetoes every suggestion. The restaurant has to look a certain way, and even the drinks must be served properly, in the right glassware.
I still have not forgotten being served a weiss beer in the wrong glass at The Bayou more than a decade ago. We never went back…