so the kids want to act like adults and go to the club. it requires meeting a certain dress code, natch, and they went right for it. so i spiffed them up and took them to the ironwood for lunch. i knew i was already off the hook for dinner, little man was making brownies for dessert, skip straight to the sweets.
so the little lady had the chicken fingers, little man had the chicken quesadillas (even pronounced it correctly). i had the potato skins (too much cheese) and the caesar salad. i like the other club's version--this is served with teenie croutons instead of the parmesan cheese crisp. bummers.
well, chicken and salad. sort of.
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