Ya know, its funny how a guy can live his whole life and not know stuff. Like, well I don’t want to go into all that right now, but The Melting Pot. So, my wife says, let’s go to The Melting Pot, I agree, cause, well, I agree, and she says, “We have to make a reservation a year in advance”. A year in advance? What happens there? Does the ghost of Elvis and John Lennon do a lounge act? I mean, a year in advance. Can’t this restaurant add some more seats or something? So weird. Flash forward to our vacation. We found a Melting Pot that, get this, had an opening – THAT NIGHT. Well, I squeezed into my nice clothes and we rushed over to eat at this magnificent “year reservation in advance” restaurant.

We got our table. Very cozy, and very romantic (from what my wife says). We gaze into each others eyes, and I whispers sweet somethings in her ear like, “How much is this going to cost?” She says, “Don’t worry honey, we’re on vacation”. I say, “Uh, not worrying, just wondering. How much will this cost?” She mumbles something quickly. I asked her to repeat it. She says, “A hundred something”.

I fainted sitting up. I started thinking how I could throw up what I ate, so they couldn’t charge me for eating anything, then crawl out the back door. A HUNDRED SOMETHING???

She calmed me down, and reassured me, and the main course finally came. It was – uncooked.

So, I understood the dipping stuff into sauce part of the deal, but the uncooked meat threw me. Was this a new Americanized Sushi thing? Was the uncooked chicken not going to give me Salmonella? Colleen said that we had to cook the meats. WE HAD TO COOK IT, TOO?

Wait – one – second.

We come here dressed in nice clothes, for people to bring us uncooked food, so we have to become food preparation specialists and know how much to cook Chicken to not get sick, and pay ALOT of money.

This was not a date, it was a Survivor challenge that could kill me if I got it wrong.

Who thought this whole Melting Pot thing was a good idea. See, I’m pretty dumb, and I think we could do the same (only better) thing by;

turning half the lights off at home,

pouring sauces into bowls,

cutting up fruits and vegetables,

grabbing some marshmallows and other cool sweets,

cook meats with timers,

and save “A hundred something dollars”!

But that’s just me. What about you?

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