Ok, so my solo date night blog is turning into a people watching story and a bar food/atmosphere review. And I'm ok with that.
On Saturday April 14th, I was trying a weekend at home without going and staying with my parents. I ended up feeling really blue, so I mustered up the courage to get out. I had a gift card to Applebee's that I'd gotten for my birthday, so off I went.
I thought I was nice and early, but the parking lot was nearly full. People were waiting for tables but there was space at the bar. "Watch your step on the way in!" The hostess says. Thank goodness because I may not have seen those stairs due to looking forwards for a seat.
I sit within several empty seats. There's a man to my right with a smorgasbord in front of him. He looks like the little guy from "A Princess Bride". Inconceivable!
Lol. When he asks for a box, he dropped a couple mozzarella sticks on the floor. He didn't pack up any of the salad, he left that with his napkins on top of it. Gross.
To his right is a couple, maybe in their 50s. The man asked loudly and rudely, "I'd like my bill NOW!". The woman goes over the bill with him, explaining it to him and helping him figure out the tip. I can't figure out if he is drunk or has a disability or both, and he storms out. And the woman remains, apologizing over and over again to the bartender. "I pick and chose my battles with him" she says. She orders another drink and gives the bartender an extra tip. "My sister and I are regulars here. I am so sorry" she says. "She is coming to pick me up". I wonder what kind of drama I missed before I got there.
I have ordered a blackberry sangria. It has come in a glass that weighs a ton! I can't lift it. It is delicious and has several berries and lots of ice floating in it. I sip as I look around.
A VERY attractive black man has sat a cross the bar from me. His black t shirt accentuates his slim but toned torso. He has ear buds in his ears and appears either to be listening to music, or at times talking to people through them on his phone. "You getting your usual, hon?", the staff asks. He seems to be known by many. He orders the salmon. Later he really seemed to quietly enjoy a bowl of ice cream, with his ear buds removed. At one point, he caught my eye and gave me a nice smile and a nod. I returned the smile but then averted my gaze. God damn is he hot!
The apologetic woman has left, and a couple that was leaving noticed she left her glasses on the bartop. "She wasn't having a very good night, was she?" The man says as he handed them to the bartender. "No, she wasn't" answered the bartender. A moment later the man comes back inside and says as he reaches for the apologetic woman's glasses, "she's still outside, making up with him I think, I'll bring them to her".
I've been eating a penne with artichoke and spinach, it's a huge portion and yummy like the goblet of sangria I've been slowly sipping. I couldn't finish the penne, it turned into lunch a couple days later.
There's been an elderly couple to my left, sitting at the bar and eating dinner. They appear to be in their 90s...They seem to be regulars as well. "Hello, sugar, long time no see", the old gentleman says to a beautiful young waitress. "What are you doing still working here? You should be a model!". The young waitress kisses them both on both cheeks as she embraces them, and says, "I'll work on the modeling thing".
The bartender has poured what looks to be the same drink, that I AM STILL working on, for another customer, and the older gentleman asks what it was. She describes it to him. He continues to ask, "what is sangria? What is a margarita?" I enjoy listening as the head bartender heads over to help explain the drinks. I didn't notice if the elderly couple had been having anything to drink.
The elderly couple is replaced by two women who order drinks as their families wait at the hostess station for a table to eat. They are "pre gaming" as they say to the bartender. There is quite a line to get a table at this point.
Overall review: Good food. Good drink. Entertaining people watching. I have $5 left on the gift card so I have to go back. I didn't talk to anybody. I didn't want to. It was nice to get a smile and a nod from the solo hot guy. But I am really not going out to meet someone. Not at all. This is all about just getting myself out of the house and getting dinner. For now. For a while probably.
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