Last night we decided to go out to dinner–nothing fancy, we were craving some chicken wings, so we thought we’d pick something cheap and nearby. I will fess up right now, last night was my pick: I said, Why don’t we try Ron Don’s in Tburg, since we’d never been there, and they had cheap wings.

We got there and it was pretty packed, so we had to park across the street. It took a little while to get a table, but it seemed like everyone knew each other and the owner would come out of the kitchen often. His mom was eating there too. They gave Graem some colored pencils and activity sheets to keep her occupied.

We ordered a dozen wings–half hot and half barbecue for Grammy, a burger for Mama and some wings for me. I added a bowl of clam chowder soup to share with Graem in case she didn’t want the burger or wings. The soup came out and we put some ice in it to give to Grammy. A couple of bites in she says, “Mama, I think there’s a bug in here.” Shawna and I were bouth skeptical, because she’s thought peper was a bug before! Shawna picked it out and put it on a napkin and told Grammy it was just seasoning. After a few more bites of soup, Graem was done and passed the soup back to me. I looked in the soup and saw a few more flakes of “seasoning,” so I picked one out. IT HAD LEGS. Shawna was still in disbelief, so I picked out ANOTHER ONE. Shawna called over the waitress who whisked the bowl away and said she’d have the cook check. The cook/owner came out and said, “No, it’s seasoning.” I told Shawna “No way in hell.” Shawna finally squinted REAL HARD at the first bug on the napkin and saw the legs. Graem said, “See, I told you it was a bug, I saw legs!”

Gordon Ramsay, please come to the rescue.