Let’s start at the beginning, nearly seven years ago… a boy was bringing a girl on their first date, to a bar near their college. Mind you, the boy was only 20 and the girl, 19. He used to go there all the time with his friends and the place had never carded. It was going to be great!
Except that night they did card, and the boy was forced to salvage the date as best he could and bring the girl to a movie. He thought the night was over, that he’d never see the girl again. Fast forward a few years, and they were getting married. It wasn’t that bad of a first date after all!
Last Wednesday, Brandon just wanted some wings for dinner. There’s a place nearby that has 30 cent wings on Wednesday, cheaper and closer than BWW, and I thought, why not? He had been there before with his friends and I remembered he had mentioned the word “bar” when describing it.
“How child friendly is this place?” I asked.
“On a scale of 1-10, 10 being Candyland and 1 being a strip-club, I’d say a 5,” he answered.
That didn’t sound promising but what the hey, we had nothing to lose.
When Penny woke up from her afternoon nap, we drove out to his friend’s house to play games. After a bit, we headed out to this wings/bar place to get some quick dinner. We walked in, mind you past a sign that said “Must be 19 to enter,” and found ourselves a table by the door.
It was going great! Penny sat on our laps playing with straws. We chatted. The guys ordered a beer and our wings. We were having a fine time and the place was actually fairly decent. The bar area was in another room anyway, we were sitting by the food counter.
Anyway, our wings were taking forever to come. I was growing impatient and hungry! Just when I wanted to complain, a nice lady came over to our table. She kneeled down slowly, looked at me like she was about to tell me my dog died, and spoke in the softest, most sympathetic, voice.
“Sweetie, she can’t be in here.”
We nearly burst out laughing. It was just the way she said it. I was stunned. I wanted to tell her that I was sort of expecting this, but surprised it took them half an hour to notice the baby. In the end, I asked her if we could get our wings to go, which violated their other rule: No To-Go Boxes.
She brought us our wings, again, very sympathetic, while we tried to keep back our laughs. As soon as we left the place we couldn’t keep back. Penny got kicked from her first bar. This place was not child-friendly! Now maybe we need to ask everywhere we go if they accept children.
I think we need to change the ranking on this wings place to 1… on par with strip clubs!