One Omlet, with Lettuce Please

We have a list of things we want to do and see while living here but we've been so busy with fires and gathering firewood that we haven't had much time to tackle our list, until Monday. Every weekend (and I guess holiday) there is a Native American art and craft show in the square in town. They have booths full of beautiful jewelry and trinkets made by the Navajo tribe as well as dancers. Monday, as Gary was heading out for his two loads of wood, he noticed that they were also selling Navajo tacos. We thought, in order to reward the boys for all their hard work during the weekend, we would head over about four o'clock and see the art and dancing and then wrap it up with dinner.

We got there about 4:30 and found many booths full of jewelry and a live country band playing. No dancers. As we moved our way around the circle of booths, we got closer and closer to the end without spotting a Navajo taco. Apparently, they just sell them for lunch, not dinner.

Not easily dissuaded from a dinner out, we reassessed our choices. McDonalds, Wendy's, the pizza place, a steak house that promised high prices, or the Tusayan Cafe. We opted for the Tusayan Cafe. Off we went and boy, were we in for a treat.

Tom and Logan weren't interested in any of the choices on the children's menu (except for maybe the Prime Rib- yeah right!) so we let them order off the adult menu. They are really on the edge of the child's menu anyway, at least this time they would be assured adequate food to fuel those growing bodies. They decided on an omelet. The waiter then asked if they would like a baked potato, rice pilaf, or french fries with that. I thought that was a bit odd but what kid wouldn't like french fries with every meal? Then he asked if they would like soup or salad. Their answer? Nope! We ordered them salad, with Ranch dressing.

After the waiter left, Logan started in about how he didn't want lettuce on his omelet. They had never had so many choices with their dinners out before. Ordering from the adult side of the menu was a whole new experience and Gary and I hadn't properly taught them about the complexities of sides and starters.

Logan didn't even want the cheese on his omelet at first that we talked him in to having so it wouldn't just be scrambled eggs. How could they put lettuce on an omelet!? He was sure it would be all put together until his meal came. Salad first - with blue cheese all the way around, yuck! - and then the omelet. It was then that he was asking where his ham was and why Tom got ham and he didn't. Seriously!

The food was, well, awful. The company was, well, amazing. The experience was, well, one we won't soon forget. I guess we're down to choosing from the pizza place, steak house, or the two fast food entries!