Tonight was a school sponsored mother and son date night. We were to all meet at the movie theater at 6:15 for a group picture, treat bag, free popcorn, and tickets to Madagascar 3 at 6:40. Wolfie (and I, of course) was so excited for this date. At first I figured we would all eat dinner as a family, then Wolfie and I would skip over to the movie theater.
Then I thought that he and I should go out to dinner. When I proposed this, he said I could chose the place.
Pizza Hut popped into my mind. We had never been. He had earned a free personal pizza every month last school year for a reading incentive and we never, ever went. Pizza Hut, in his mind, became this unobtainable restaurant we had tickets to.
Maybe some of you go to Pizza Hut often, I'm not making judgments here, it's just that we only have gone once with our nieces and my mother-in-law. So I thought I knew what it was like to go to Pizza Hut for dinner. Or maybe I was confusing Pizza Hut with a pizza place at the food court. Or maybe, since I sometimes do this, I was fabricating the whole Pizza Hut experience in my mind to match what I needed to happen.
Wolfie and I entered Pizza Hut and a hostess asked us if we were dining in. Sure. But what I was expecting was some sort of cafeteria experience where there was a pizza bar and Wolfie and I would each grab a slice of pizza, sit down to eat it, quickly, pay and leave, again quickly. Because, um, by the time our hostess seated us and presented us with menus (?!) I realized that we were cutting it close to group picture time.
I had to order from a menu? What is Pizza Hut trying to do? Make me miss our photo op at the movie theater, apparently. Do you know what's on the menu? A couple of pizza choices. I mean, there is nothing to really pore over at the ol' Pizza Hut.
I ordered two glasses of water and, um, oh, I don't know...a pizza. A cheese pizza. Size medium because there are only two sizes of pizza on the Pizza Hut dine-in menu.
I expected our waitress to walk directly into the kitchen, pick up a cheese pizza that was all ready to go and just sitting under a pizza warmer, turn right around and deliver it to our table approximately 15 seconds after I ordered it.
No.
When you dine in at Pizza Hut they make a fresh pizza for you. Or, at least I think they pretend to. I do think the pizza is ready to go and sitting under a pizza warmer only out of sight and the waitress waits 8 minutes to make you think a chef is personally preparing a fresh pizza.
By the time she brought it to our table, on a pizza-in-the-oven-slider thingy, we had to leave. I told her as much and she brought me a box. What a friendly girl, and the pizza was piping hot, so maybe some sort of pizza chef prepared and cooked this pizza just for us. But the box cracked me up. It was the quintessential Pizza Hut delivery box.
So much for dining in.
But, I ask you - when was the last time Wolfie ate a slice of pizza in the car on the way to a movie theater? Never!
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