You have all been to one of those restaurants where you walk in and you know that somehow, inside that place your life might change for good. Well I had one of those experiences the other night. Ben had so kindly looked up an authentic spanish restaurant for us to go to! so about five thirty we packed up the kids and headed out. this was my first taste of maryland traffic...I was very slow going. However, we finally found the place...but, there was a sign on the front door. Diana got out into the rain to read the sign, only to find out that the only day the restaurant was closed was on mondays...Lucky us, it was monday! So we headed off to find another place to eat. We ended up at a little place in called "Roys Place." We walked in out of the rain and were quickly shown to our seats because, we were the only ones in the place...unless you count the busboy and his friends.
We opened up our menu's and proceeded reading off the names of all the sandwiches. Some of the names however, were less than reputable like, "mothers distress", or maybe "delilah the obscene!" Finally after scanning the 200 choices of sandwiches, half of which included "tongue" in them we came to our decisions!
It didn't take long for our food to get there, after all we were the only customers at the time. the sandwiches were huge, held together with toothpicks that could be replaced as jousting spears! I bit into my sandwich and wasn't all to bad.
I was about halfway through with my sandwich when I unfortunately looked up. Above me upon the wall there was the biggest, harriest moose you could ever imagine. It's nostrils were flared as if it was about to charge right through the wall onto our table. It's eyes were big and glassy looking at the scene before it with scrutinizing eyes! But last of all I noticed a thick band of moldy looking duct tape wrapped around the muzzle of the enormous bull moose. Upon closer examination I realized the purpose for the bad of tape... The jaws of the moose had been compromised and had at one point fallen of the original head...yes thats right! The JAW had been lagging and walloping so fervently that it had at one point fallen off, no doubt onto the very table we were sitting at!
Sheepishly I looked down at my stomach and my mind flashed violently back to images of reading that menu and seeing the word "TONGUE" printed all over the pages of riskay sandwiches! I knew for a fact that I could not finish the last half of my sandwich...and as we heard the train barrel past the restaurant outside I knew I would never forget this experience. I don't regret eating at this restaurant one bit...when we left I was laughing hysterically and Bella and Lucy must have thought that I was absolutely insane. Diana got mad at me for laughing, but she was laughing as well. It was an experience to be remebered!
