Cheezy Dining

This weekend we tried a restaurant close to our house called Swensens. It turned out to be some kind of 1970's American throwback joint, replete with stained glass hanging lamps and dark wood booths. I was pretty sure this place was something that could only survive outside of the US, but it seems there are still some locations stateside.

For some reason, I love eating in restaurants here that I would be snotty about visiting back home. Like this place. And Outback Steakhouse, where we also ate this weekend. I cannot explain it. Sometimes I just want a steak. Or some eggs and toast. Perhaps I left my dignity at immigration.

It wasn't all bad because Miss G made a new friend. And I got to sit in a pleather booth facing a stack o' pancakes. Yummmmm.