Last night Will and I decided to have dinner at the Sweet Tomatoes here in town (for the record I have decided to call pretty much everything on this side of downtown Portland “here in town”).  Yes–Will ate salad for dinner.  On purpose.  And it was his idea.  For those of you who live in areas where the salad bar restaurants are in good supply count your blessings.  Sure there are plenty of vegetarian eateries here in Portland but Will and I? we are omnivores and Will patently refuses to eat a meal that does not contain meat (thankfully he consideres bacon bits meat).  But anyway, I digress.  We went to Sweet Tomatoes.

The last time we drove out to Sweet Tomatoes we couldn’t find a parking spot (which is why those of you who live in an area where Sweet Tomatoes-esque restaurants are in plentiful supply should count your blessings) so we ended up going to Sonic instead.  Last night we managed to find a parking spot so we went in and? It turns out an entire pee-wee soccer league had decided to have dinner there too.  Yeah.  It was crowded.  And kids were running everywhere.  If there had been an animatronic mouse it could have been a Veggie Chuck E’ Cheese.  But the food was okay and we left feeling full and happy and not gross.

Today we walked (walked!) over to Olive Garden to partake of their unlimited soup, salad and breadsticks.   And, once again, we left feeling full and happy and not gross.

I feel a little bit like tomorrow I should take us to McDonalds to make up for it.  Or just have three meals of nothing but greasy bacon. Mmmm.  Bacon.