Mongo's

Tonight, we went to a Mongolian BBQ near home for our weekly Date Night. K requested it specifically when asked where she wanted to eat: "MONGO's!!" It was a good idea, so off we went.

After a dining experience with excellent food but non-existent service, we were finally able to flag down our waitress, get our bill, pay and leave. However, due to the scarcity of our waitress, K didn't get to do her favorite restaurant spiel.

As we were leaving, she said, "Maybe we can get the waitress to come back. And I can say 'Put it on my tab! Charge it!' and then she will laugh, because you ALWAYS laugh when I say that. So we need to have her come back!'" Of course, we laughed - she was right. I was glad the waitress hadn't come, just so I could listen to that little dissertation.

On the drive to Mongo's, K had requested to hear Smashmouth. When the car started, she laughed a big, full laugh and said, "That's not Smashmouth!" I asked, "Who is it?" She said, still laughing, "It's Danny Elfman!" I asked, "Do you know what song it is?" "Gratitude!" she said, confidently. I didn't even know she knew that one!