Last night, my family and I met for dinner at Toot's in Smyrna.
My parents had purchased WhittleMania tickets and wanted to use them to treat the family to dinner. For those of you not in Rutherford County or not familiar with what WhittleMania is, WhittleMania is a program sponsored by the
Daily News Journal for one of their editors/writers Dan Whittle. (Whittle is an active voice in the community and a big supporter of Habitat. He's also just a great, all-around guy and one I've had the pleasure of meeting and getting to know over the years. His stories of his days in the trenches as a newspaper man are great.) You purchase a ticket for $10, which can be used for up to $7 toward food at two popular local restuarants, Demos and Toots. All proceeds to go Habitat for Humanity. It's a great program and a great cause.
So, we all met for dinner at Toot's. And again for those of you not in the middle Tenenssee area, Toots is a restaurant kind of like a tamer version of Hooters for lack of a better term. They have lots of TVs tuned to sports stations with the typical sports food such as ribs, wings and, of course, beer. They also have attractive female waitresses in short-shorts and t-shirts. But I would have to say that overall the waitresses at Toots are more attractive in that cute girl next door kind of way than the a majority of the women I've seen who work at Hooters.
So, we're all there at dinner. Davis, my nephew who is all of two, is having a good time, coloring for his dinner (if the kids color a picture that Toots provides, they get free dinner...) and looking around. He was seated between Grandpa and his dad so he can't escape and run around the restaurant. Behind him is a window cut into the wall. Davis was having a great time standing on his chair and looking out the window behind him, observing what was going on around him.
Oh yeah--and flirting with one of the waitresses. She would come by and he'd giggle at her. She's stop to play with him, make him smile and laugh and mess with his hair. As she'd leave, Davis would lean up on the window a bit and look at her go. We jokingly said he was checking out her short-shorts because that's what it looked like he was doing. At one point, I wondered if I should teach Davis how to ask her for her number for her poor, lonely uncle, but I'm not sure if that would have soured their new found relationship.
Ah, Davis..you're going to be quite the ladies' man when you're older, buddy. But all I can say is--enjoy the fun now. When you're two and leaning over the window to check out the cute waitress, it's cute and endearing. When you're a bit older and stare at her every time she wanders by like that, she has to file a restraining order...
posted by Michael Hickerson at 4/05/2006 09:06:00 AM |
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