Misgivings aside, I was more or less guilt-tripped into going along. We arrived there at before they even opened, wanting to make sure that there wouldn't be any issues getting a table with the eventual Mother's Day rush. NJ had been suffering an arctic chill for the past few days and that particular day had added gusting winds to boot. It was absolutely freezing outside. I'm usually fine with running around in mid-winter with a t-shirt and sandals but that wind on Sunday cut right through you and went straight to your bones. While waiting around outside, I actually ran into the Bills, who apparently go there every Sunday for lunch. We chit-chatted for a bit and finally went inside out of the arctic freeze once the restaurant opened.
In the end, I decided not to eat anything there. The fact is, I just don't do moderation well at all. I can handle all, and I can handle nothing. Anything in between is a problem for me which is why it's unlikely any diet will ever really work out in the long haul. I simply can't make anything into a lifestyle change. I can apply all sorts of strict criterion and stick with it for a time but the moment I allow even the smallest crack to show the dam breaks and the tsunami drowns the land. There was an absolutely perfect A Softer World comic which sums up my problems from just a few days ago:
A-fucking-men. I think what it means is that I'm just screwed.
Anyway, the food there looked quite appetizing and just made me sort of sad in general. I miss a whole bunch of things upon cutting out carbs and ended up being treated to a montage of the ghosts of carbohydrates past. True there were things there I could have eaten, but my approach to food in these cases is like an alcoholic's view of liquor. One drop would be too much, one glass not enough. As long as I don't eat anything, things are hunky dorey. Once I do, the slippery slope gets infinitely more slippery.
So I spent most of my time talking with Shelley and snapping pictures. Connie ended up having to stay out in the car for quite a while with Will who was still sleeping. She didn't want to wake him and so they didn't show up until half the meal was done. Here are some of the photos I snapped.
Feeding Will (Nom-Nom) french fries ended up being quite entertaining. He went through them like a human pencil sharpener and would also try to feed them to my grandmother.