On a whim, we decided to take Charlie to this place on the way home from church today. We'd never been there before, but the sign said "burgers" and Bravo said "Yes, please! And NOW!"
(That was before I knew about the unlimited fries. How have I lived in this town for five months without knowing there was a restaraunt with unlimited fries practically next door to our church?)
After we were seated we met our waitress, Mackenzie. Mackenzie LOVED Charlie. After she brought him the water we ordered for him she told us we could get him some juice as part of his meal if we wanted. Then Charlie LOVED Mackenzie. Because "Dgooce? Dgooce! Dgooce!" [emphatically sign "more" repeatedly].
When she brought us a basket of fries to munch on while we waited for our burgers (which came with more fries, did I mention that?) she also brought some crackers for Charlie. And every time she passed our table she said to Charlie "Oh my gosh, you are SO CUTE!" Mackenzie is my friend.
And THEN! When she brought our food out she saw me waving a french fry around, trying to cool it off enough for Charlie's delicate sensibilities and said "You know, his food is pretty hot, let me take it back and hold it in the freezer for a little while to cool it off." When she came back with Charlie's delightfully lukewarm chicken fingers basket she said "Brr, it was COLD in that freezer! Oh, and I cut the chicken into smaller pieces so it would cool off faster!" I halfway expected her to offer to sit down with us so she could take over monitoring Charlie's table manners and we could relax.
Not that much monitoring was required. Charlie wolfed down his chicken fingers like we had just picked him up from a desert island instead of our church's walkers' nursery. I guess he was able to set aside his disdain for all easily recognizable forms of protein in the name of puppy love. And with all the extra attention he was completely delightful for the whole meal--coloring nicely on his placemat, alerting us to a dropped crayon with a demure "Uh oh!" instead of screaming, and beaming at Mackenzie every time she passed our table.
To top it all off he took a two hour nap when we got him home!
Is tomorrow too soon to go back?