What could be better than a memorable evening of family fun?
Well, family fun minus most of the family, anyway.
There’s nothing like a bit of quality adult time, where you can sit back and enjoy a drink.
Or two.
Or, you know, none.
Ever been someplace where the service was so painfully slow that you almost forgot why you left home in the first place?
Welcome to Main Event, a so-called family entertainment place where you can eat and play!
At least in theory, anyway.
If you ever want to ensure you don’t overindulge in alcohol (or anything else, for that matter), Main Event is the place for you!
At any rate, my husband DJ and I decided it would be nice to take my brother in-law Mike out for a fun night while he was in town.
Main Event seemed like a good idea, and I’d been there many times before with the kids.
But only to play games rather than to eat.
If the comical pairing of bull riding on a 110-inch tv with Lady Gaga blaring over the speakers was any indication, it was undoubtedly going to be a memorable night.
I started off with a Bahama Mama, and DJ ordered beer.
Mike made the mistake of asking our young waitress if they make White Russians.
A little food for thought-
When your waitress asks you what exactly goes into the drink you’re about to order, just remember two things:
- You are not the bartender, and it is not your job to be a walking encyclopedia of alcoholic concoctions unless you are getting paid to make that drink yourself.
- The bartender will probably be using you as their experimental lab rat, so do yourself a favor and order something else. From the menu.
I get that mixed drinks can take a few minutes to…
Well…
Mix.
But how long does it take to pour freaking draft beer?
Were these people growing fresh fruit for the cocktails out back?
Painstakingly harvesting wheat for the beer?
Our delightful waitress finally brought our drinks out half an hour later.
Mine might’ve been a Bahama Mama…
But it took so damn long to get there, I couldn’t be sure if that’s what it really was, or just Kool-Aid spiked with a touch of rum.
Mike’s White Russian had a disproportionate amount of vodka.
Could’ve been worse, I suppose.
Hopefully it was the good stuff, at least.
More bang for your buck, right?
We’d also ordered onion rings, which arrived shortly before the drinks.
Minus any plates, napkins, or utensils.
We stared and stared at the onion rings.
A few moments passed before we redirected our intensely disgusted gazes in the direction of the bartender before DJ got up and demanded plates and napkins.
Our ditzy waitress came over a few minutes later.
Oh, so that’s why you needed plates!
Ya think?
Come on, did we look like complete savages?
Plates and napkins are somewhat of a necessity when it comes to eating.
Especially in a restaurant, for crying out loud.
Unless you’re a child.
But we didn’t bring the kids, so I was kind of planning to eat like a civilized human being that evening, thank you very much.
A different waitress arrived at our table with a large tray containing our entrées a while later.
We watched in disbelief as she dropped off my hummus and vegetable platter and DJ’s steak…
And then she looked at the remaining entrée, looked at Mike, looked back at the entrée…
And then took off like a possessed hamburger-snatcher.
We continued to watch in part curiosity, part horror as she strolled aimlessly from table to table with that hamburger before returning wordlessly to our table.
What the hell?
Perhaps that’s why our drinks had taken so ridiculously long.
Maybe this other waitress had gulped them down.
All of them.
Then Mike asked for ranch dressing.
We started taking bets on how long it would take for the dressing to materialize.
I contemplated ordering another drink, but then thought better of it.
We were ready to get out of there.
But our waitress was nowhere to be found.
DJ set the timer on his phone to five minutes.
Five minutes until we were going to bolt out of there like a trio of bandits?
I can’t be sure.
Finally, DJ about had it.
He stormed over to the front desk to see if they could be bothered with something so trivial as allowing us the honor of paying for that bizarre dining experience.
Perhaps we should’ve run out of there.
Well, okay.
Fine.
That isn’t something I’d ever done before, nor could I do anything like that in good conscientiousness.
We finally moved on to the games.
I over-enthusiastically whacked some moles.
DJ and Mike played a few intense rounds of Rambo.
Then Mike moved on to a game where he got to repeatedly kick the crap out of a soccer ball.
I think it’s safe to say we all had a tiny bit of pent up aggression from our dining experience.
Oh well.
We all needed a break.
And what we got was a good laugh.
Along with a fairly good idea of where never again to go for dinner.
Ever.
~Happy Friday, everyone! Hope you’ve had a terrific week, with an even more fabulous weekend on the way!~
What a crappy thing to go through. However, your writing about it and how you presented the evening had me cracking up! Sorry for your miserable evening, but thanks for the laugh 🙂
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I’m glad you enjoyed a good laugh! Fortunately, I’m able to laugh at this crazy chain of events myself. In fact, I was typing notes in my phone’s notepad throughout the entire experience so I wouldn’t forget any of the bizarre details. 😝
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This is the problem when a gaff tries to do two things instead of specialising :-Z
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Indeed! I’d say that place demonstrates your point all too well. 😝
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Sounds like you needed to have a drink. BYO – next time! 🙂 They would have been clueless!
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Haha! 😝
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Ha! We almost went here for my oldest daughter’s graduation. Glad we didn’t. Ours actually took over what used to be Latitude 30/360…have you heard of that? Much better establishment.
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Main Event is really not all that bad… as long as you don’t try to eat there. 😝
I’m not familiar with Latitude 30/360, but maybe they ought to do their customers a favor and try to buy themselves back from Main Event. 😜
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Ha! Too funny!
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Oh my!! At least you had a place to take out your frustrations! lol.
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Is this place a ‘Chuck E. Cheese for Adults’?
ick.
funny to read tho sorry you had to sacrifice a potentially good Bahama Mama to the servers.
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You know, I guess it is in fact an adult version of Chuck E Cheese, minus the giant mouse in a costume. 😄
The best part about the whole experience was that I had the notion I was about to get some really good blog material from that outing. So not a total loss, in that respect. 😝
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Wow – what a great way to justify your blogging habit!
😀
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This kinda reminds me of the time last year me and my parents went to Steak n Shake for lunch…… on a day when they decided the best time to change out the fryer (Not the oil, by the actual fryer itself!) would be in the middle of the lunch hour rush. SnS has great fries, and people were walking out when informed that there would likely be no fries…. but we had been assured that everything would be ready to go within a half hour…
An hour and a half later, we walked out still french-fryless and with a substantially lowered bill on what we were actually able to have them make. You have about a 1 in 5 chance of getting some kind of crappy service at Steak n Shake on any given day, but their food still keeps people coming back. It’s kinda the same reason my employer remains in business and atop the retail world!
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Since it seems I’m getting fairly accustomed to subpar service even as my standards are rapidly lowering, I might have to give Steak n Shake a try one of these days. 😄
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Pretend the moles are little waitresses, and Whack a Mole! is a lot more fun. 🙂
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Imagine all the possibilities! Whack a waitress is just the beginning of a soon to be revolutionary concept! 😝
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is this your application for the managers position at Main Event or an audition for Candid Camera … [wink]
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Yikes! I’d take being on Candid Camera before I’d ever consider being in charge of that chaotic circus! 😝
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lol 🙂
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Barf and dash are what this experience should have been! I’ve had similar experiences. Too many to recall without the gnashing of teeth. Lesson learned. I guess. Glad you had a good laugh and some aggression therapy. 😂😂
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Barf and dash! Lol! 😝
Aggression therapy has many benefits. I think it’s just pending FDA approval… 😜
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👌🏾😂
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Oh well Angelica, thing’s could’ve been much more worse; you’d probably get better customer service from your two young sons at home. At least you got a chance to get out of the house. Things can only get better from here on out as you head into the weekend, right? Too funny!!!
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You got it exactly right- it was a chance to get out of the house. Not only that, it was an experience that provided me with priceless writing inspiration.😝
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I love this! Your humor is such a gift to look at the bright side of life.
I just finished work and the reminder to get free in FUN is huge – and that it’s always available !
Have a wonderful weekend, and blessings to you 😍💙
Debbie
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Thank you, Debbie! Hope you have a wonderful, FUN-FILLED weekend!!! (Yes, fun really is such a huge deal!) 😊
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