Yesterday we took a trip to Home Depot to check out PVC pipes (I think).
I stood by very patiently and didn't worry at all about when I will be able to wash my underwear again.
All that looking at PVC pipe worked up our appetite, so we went to Roy's Place.
Jesse suggested I look at the menu before we went but, and here's another weird thing about me, I hate looking at the menu before I go anywhere. I don't know why. I also don't know why I don't like to share food, but it's out there and make of it what you will. However, I should have looked at the menu because Roy's Place has 216 sandwiches to choose from. Two hundred and sixteen! And there are no categories. It's just page after page of a different kind of sandwich with these catchy titles and funny little tweet like anecdotes after them. I was completely overwhelmed.
Harper is re-enacting how I felt while looking at the menu. Also, she was ticked off because she had to sit in a high chair.
I eventually made a decision and went with the 216th sandwich - a caprese with marinated peppers. I thought this was a safe choice because it came on bread that I knew wouldn't get soggy. I hate soggy bread. I also hate sandwiches where the stuffing comes out and dribbles down your arm. So I stayed away from any sandwich with the words "smothered" in the description. I'll have you know that marginally narrowed down my choices despite the frequency that this word occured in the menu.
Jesse chose "The Father's Regret." I don't remember what was on it, but the waiter, who reminded me of Matt Sorenson said it was his favorite. I wanted to say, "Of all 216 sandwiches!?!?!" But I didn't want to hurt Matt's feelings.
While we waited for our sandwiches, we made mustaches out of straws and straw wrappers.
So Roy's provided us with a fun, tasty dinner. We both agreed we'd come back again. Certainly for the sandwiches, but also because it reminded us of South Bend. This place has the same kind of character as Corby's or Macris.
And it was such a fun dinner we almost forgot about the washer sitting in our living room. Almost.