My husband and I were fortunate to be walking by a new, anticipated to be opened soon, BBQ restaurant near our home the other night. It just so happened to be opened for business. It was their opening night. We couldn't believe our fortune. Never happened to us before. There was nothing in the newspaper announcing this opening like they usually do with the other openings. So we sauntered right in questioning whether they were really open or not. They were!
For months prior there had been written articles in our local paper about this soon to be opened restaurant and how popular it was in other spots around the area. Since we had never tried this particular restaurant before, we thought we'd wait until they opened in our neck of the woods.
This lack of advertising was done on purpose for a "soft" opening. Unlike other places, I guess they had no desire to be overwhlemed on their first night in business. In one local restaurant down here opening night was a disaster.
It was nice. It wasn't packed but it was bustling with all the normal first night opening jitters. Everyone was aiming to please with waitresses galore all over the place. I don't know how many times they asked us how everything was and if we needed anything. Everything was brand new, so it was exciting to be there for this first night. The food was served in a matter of what seemed like seconds. It took no time at all to eat and be out of there. I've never had such great service.
So for just the few moments it took to get our ribs we spotted four different kinds of BBQ sauce right there on the table with us. There was smokin', sweet, sizzling sweet and mild.
So my husband asks me, "which one are you?"
I'm looking at my four choices, then look at his grinning face and knew which one he was thinking.
Now, of course I want to say sweet, but he was already grinning like a cheshire cat. So I knew that since I didn't wish to embarrass ourselves with hysterical laughter coming from our booth I had to take a stab at which one he was thinking and somehow I knew that sizzling sweet wasn't foremost on his brain.
So I said "smokin' and his look told me that "ding ding ding" I got the right answer.
Now, there's at least two ways one could take that; either as a compliment to one's looks, or not so nice as to one's attitude. With, I hope, tongue in cheek, he cleared up that little mystery when he said,
"well at least Mt. St. Helen's doesn't come to mind anymore" referring to my younger years. Ugh! That was ugly.
So then he asks me what BBQ flavor I'd pick for him. When I said, "mild," he took that as a compliment; another big grin on his face, until I told him that mild can mean "boring."
So there you go, two married people sitting there looking at BBQ sauce flavoring and rating their spouse accordingly. Doesn't everybody do this?
So if you were to pick, which would you be, mild, sizzling sweet, sweet or smokin'?