My wife and I have tried to go on a ‘date’ almost every Friday since we were married (10 years ago).
Usually Leslie and I like to go to a decent, but not overly exotic restaurant, something like Applebees or Red Lobster or their local independent equivalent. A place where I can get a Pina Colada, we can share a funky appetizer, and the menus are (hopefully) paper/cardboard instead of plastic, or worse, a sign hanging over the cash register.
But things have changed a bit with the advent of one, two, then three kids.
Tonight our daughter, Katie (age 6) was demanding to get to choose the dinner destination, which we haven’t let her do for months. She quickly announced that it would be Pizza Hut. There was much cajoling and attempted bribery by Leslie and I (“Katie, if we go to [someplace good], we’ll let you get a movie afterwards…”) But nothing could sway her.
Then Danny (age 4.5) started crying that he didn’t like Pizza Hut. Danny is actually a pretty good eater, and willing to go to moderately exotic places that Leslie and I like. But Danny got fixated on the McDonalds that was right next to the Pizza Hut we were pulling up to.
So we had one kid in hysterics, crying for McDonalds, the other demanding Pizza Hut, and Leslie and I seriously trying to persuade Katie to give up Pizza Hut in favor of McDonalds (’cause at least there’d be less crying that way). Anyways, I think it’s the first time I’ve advocated McDonald’s as a date night destination.
We ended up going to Pizza Hut.