Shirmp...

I wanted to start this post saying that I had a funny story to tell you. 

But if I said that, then, the story would fall on it's face.

Trust me.  And forget what I said.

We decided last weekend (apparently by the collective unconscious) that we were going to go out and have fun and spend lots of money.  LOTS of MONEY.

We started on Friday night by going to Red Lobster.

I know, it's not the best seafood.

But it's family friendly.  And they have endless shrimp (for Tony).  And they have cheddar biscuits (for me).

Tony and I discussed how awesome it would be to walk in and say - just bring me 10 biscuits.  I don't need shrimp, or lobster, or vegetables.  Just biscuits.  And keep 'em coming.

But, I digress. 

We went to the RL for endless shrimp for Tony, and biscuits was my incentive.

Our waiter, while cute, was overly scripted and ready to work.

He takes our order and goes away.  Comes back with biscuits.  I'm thinking I should ditch Tony and leave with the cute waiter with the biscuits.  But, I stay.  Biscuit love is a fleeting love.

Our food comes out and the waiter asks Tony if he would like to put in his order for what types/flavors of shrimp he should bring out next.  Tony's like, "Yes.  I'd like shrimp."

The waiter was looking at him, clearly thinking, "Really? Shrimp?  I thought we were offering endless cat today?"  But kept that too himself.  Before the waiter or I could make a nice or snarky (me) remark, Tony figures out what was wrong with what he said, and orders "Sweet and spicy shrimp and fried shrimp."

Ok.  So, the sweet and spicy shrimp have come out and have been eaten when the waiter shows up with the fried shrimp.  "Did someone bring out your other order?" he asks. 

Tony, says, "Yes. Shrimp."

Oh my.  I almost fell out of my seat laughing.  The look on the waiters face was pretty priceless.  For the rest of the night, any question asked received the answer of "shrimp."  I tell you what, seafood is definitely a food that makes your brain work gooder.