Father's Day aka Why We Can Never Go To Logan's Again

     Our Father's Day lunch at Logan's was awesome. We all had a great time, a good meal, lots of laughs and thanks to the girls we may never be welcome there again. I'll have to take the blame for this one. It had been some time, probably a couple years, since the last time we had been to this particular establishment. To get the girls ramped up I explained how you could throw the peanut shells on the floor. Ru asked what she would have for her meal. When I said "maybe mac and cheese or something" her response was
     "and we can throw it on the floor?"
     "No. We will not throw it on the floor. Maybe you can get a cheeseburger or something"
     "And throw it on the floor?"
     I'm sure you can see where this is going. Despite our objections, there were solid attempts from both girls to get everything on our table onto the floor. Dropping peanut shells became launching whole peanuts and an apology to a family adjacent to us who had one land and skid across their table. I guess it is a roadhouse so it is ok to be a little rowdy, right?
     The girls have also developed a habit of taking their shoes off everywhere they go. In the car? Shoes off. Rec Center? Shoes off. Logan's for lunch? Off. Here is a shot of the underside of our table: two pairs of kids shoes, assorted crayons and a toy gardening tool bag that was Ru's purse for the day.

 

       The cherry on top of the cake was Sailor and her peanut shelling method. While Ru adapted her fork as an opener, Sailor's technique was much more basic. She would put the peanut in her mouth, bite down on it and separate the nut and the shell. As you can guess, this let to a lot of peanut dust and shell bits in her mouth. The logical answer to this, of course, is to spit these bits out all over the table. As funny as if is for me to read this, the video below is ever better. 

     Our waiter, who was only a week into his job, was a good sport and we took good care of him. All the same, it will be some time before we try and set foot in there again. I love their spirit and I am used to their shenanigans but sometimes it is a bit too much for even me.