Last weekend we went to lunch with Eric and Jen - the spaderlings not the Gaffys we went to Yarusso Brothers - a really old school Italin resteraunt in Saint Paul with famous Dagos. I like their $5 spaghetti special.
Anyhoo we got settled in when all of the sudden Alex leans forward and projective vomits every single thing that his little undigested belly could purge up. Dear god - it was on the table, it was on the chair, it was pooled on the floor, it was all over his expensive bobux (damn!!) and we had nothing but the crappy little napkins rolled around our silverware. Four little napkins was not going to do so I ran back and fourth from the bathroom about a dozen times with toilet paper hoping that at sometime the waitress would give us a hand. No such luck. Fortunately, we were one of only two people dining in that side of the restaurant - another family was seated next to us I am sure the smell and sound was about enough to drive them off of a clif - or if not dramatically change their reflection of the experience.
Once we had everything cleaned up and settled down again the manager comes around the corner and is like "aaa do you think you could like wipe things down with this spray" to which I was like "no we are trying to eat and I cleaned up with your toilet paper and my son's butt wipes" with a smile. I honestly think he expected us to scrub after ourselves once we were done eating. However, we did a pretty darn good job cleaning up the mess.
I wouldn't stop going there because of that - in fact we like to go there and then stop at Morelli's across the street and kill two birds with one shot (and then eat them). My parent's told me that they have everything Italian you could ever need. when we got there we realized it was 90% booze, 9% meat and 1% Italian stuff. Hell - to a lasser man this is pretty much close to everything you could need. So, we buy the meat because it is really cheep - and good - I mean seriously cheep and good. We do check the expiration dates on anything they sell in their tiny nuk in the corner designated for Italian miscellaneous. If the can is dented and covered in dust it's probably wise to skip it.
While I am talking about good Italian - don't miss Buon Giorno Italia off of Sibley memorial highway - they have FANTASTIC make your own pasta lunch and deli and you can definitely find the little nuanced stuff you are looking for like 5 kinds of prosciutto.
Ok so the point of this blog is probably that you should not be afraid to take your babies to lunch - what's the worst that could happen? They projective vomit their lunch all over the place and onto your friends and neighbors? Hell - we made it through and so should you!
ps - if anyone sees a sale on bobux let me know - I need a replacement.
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