Hubby, Son #1 and I went out for dinner, something I haven't done much lately.
Drinks and Apps:
Iced tea, beer, and water.
Pulled pork potato skins.
You know darn well this isn't mine:
A burger. Always a burger for Son #1:
Hubby's Mediterranean pasta:
Beer can chicken. Mine, all mine.
Not actually. I ate the salad, and a couple of bites of chicken, sans sauce, sans skin.
Tonight was their pasta special night, available for "dine-in only". This is for Ski, who did not come with us. On our server's recommendation, we ordered it like we were going to eat it, and then she brought us a to-go container.
There were three to-go containers in total.
Dessert for the menfolk:
Sauce on the side, because Son #1 doesn't like sauce ... until he actually tried it. Then, it turns out, he did like it. Just like syrup for his pancakes. He ate them dry until he was almost nine. Refused to try syrup. Kids.