It started out like every other Mother's Day, with the whole family waiting in the car for my mom to get out of church 30 minutes later and for us to begin our mad dash to meet with my mom's ultra-punctual family in Arlington. We made quick time as we cut people off left and right once we had passed the 5 mile holy radius from church. In fact, my mom went so far as to say that a car who tried to cut to the front was in fact a "bad person." It was her "duty" to stop him by eking forward just enough for the backseat to make awkward eye contact with the perpetrator, who gave us a friendly gesture. We were victorious as we passed him, gliding by just in time for him to see our cool TCA logo on the back (ministry opportunity).
Finally we arrived at our much anticipated destination..... Steak and Ale. For those of you not familiar- this is a steak franchise that has struggled on since the 90s with low lighting, irish pub decorations, and poor service. Needless to say the lobster bisque was a bad choice. It had much of the look and taste of subway's seafood sensation sandwich spread mixed into a lard of cheese. (My cousin used it for sandwich dipping sauce). My grandmother ordered her usual- the chicken breast with sweet potaters on the side and split it with my aunt. After finishing the entree, my grandmother slipped away somewhere. Little did we realize that Nana also doubled as Sherlock Holmes. If the wording on the menu was read carefully, the entree was intended to come with two chicken breasts! (breasts=plural!!!). And they had made her and Aunt Tammy split only one! They had tried to pull a fast one on Nana, and she wasn't havin' it. We got that second chicken breast in a To Go Box, and proceeded to the family portraits outside by the luscious shrubs of Steak and Ale.
With Steak and Ale in the backdrop and the prized chicken breast in a To Go Box still sitting on the table at the restaurant, I realized that I have come from a long line of vindicators. I must rise to the occasion! No longer shall I park anywhere and everywhere at Texas A&M, no longer will I cut to the front of the line at Corner Bakery, and no longer will I email professors and try to get them to change my grade... I will fight now for equality!
(I'm sure Zach is reading this, riveted by the exciting tales of old, much like he was with pan and greg v's shakespeare performance).
-Piage
P.S.
We have bees again. My parents thought that a good way to share this fact with family and friends was for us kids to pose with the bee keeper for our annual Christmas card photo.... more excitement to come...
1 comment:
so i read this while i was in colorado on work week, and i literally laughed out loud. my family does the EXACT same thing. every year for my grandparents anniversary we go to the dimly lit steak and ale. fond memories, i think we even took the same picture.
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