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| - After a short trip to the bowling alley, ended by an unexpected fundraiser, my kids were still craving nachos. One kid wanted a burger. So I thought, easy solution, Claim Jumper.
We headed in on a windy and quiet Saturday night. It was fairly empty, but kids were lured by unspoken promise of two foot tall cakes in display case. We were seated immediately, given menus. To our chagrin, they no longer serve nachos. And then burger kid didn't order a burger. That was lost immediately when the server brought a plate of fruit, cheese and crackers to the 20 month old when he was likely only 8 seconds away from complaining. Then the older two desired to wage war over his Mandarin oranges, and again without my asking server bought a serving yo the older minions. Then after salad, clam chowder, gigantic kids pizza, frozen grapes and cheese sticks, we left without partaking in the aforementioned mile high cake. I was feeling sick. By morning I was able to see my meal again (not pretty) by evening my three kids dropped by the hour. I initially thought it was my salmon, but I didn't share that with the kids. I wonder if it was the produce as we all shared the fruit. And insult to injury, as we get home and out of the car, a wind gust blew away son's pizza. In hindsight, maybe was a provision.
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