The most embarrassing thing on the floor of the roadhouse…

For today’s Throwback Thursday, I want to tell you about something embarrassing that happened one time when I took my birth mom out to lunch.  There was a new steak restaurant in town that I knew she’d enjoy, and the word “Roadhouse” was in the restaurant’s name.

My birth mom did not like a different restaurant that used to be in town with a completely different name, but the word “Roadhouse” was also in that title.  So she was convinced that because the word “Roadhouse” was in both names, they were in fact one in the same.  I kept telling her they were different, but she refused to believe me.

The current steakhouse was about twice the price of the restaurant that had closed.  The atmosphere was less casual.  The food quality was far superior.  The side dishes were completely different.  The location was across town from the old place that was closed.  The servers at the new place dressed more professionally.  There was a lot longer wait time at dinner because it was so popular.  And the serving sizes were larger.  There was really nothing similar between the two restaurants, other than the word “Roadhouse,” except that they both served roasted peanuts before the meal.

So after me goading and prodding her to try this restaurant out, I finally convinced her to go.  After we placed our order, the waitress handed my sister’s drink to me to pass to her, and Coke was down the side of the glass.  As such, both my sister and I had sticky hands, so we went to the restroom to wash before we ate.  We left my birth mom alone at the table in our absence.

When we returned to our table, there were tons of peanut shells on the floor surrounding her chair!  Worse yet, just as we sat, she tossed yet another handful down beside her feet!  “What are you doing?” I asked her.  “They gave you an empty basket to put those in!”  (I think my face must have been about three different shades of red by then.)

As it turned out, she was still not convinced that this new restaurant was not the old steakhouse where people were encouraged to toss peanut shells on the floor.  I told her to look around and see how clean the floor was under everyone else’s table.

She looked, then shrugged her shoulders and said, “Oh, well.”  I was mortified!  And at that moment, I realized that when she was resistant to going in the first place, I should have taken that as a sign to let her stay away.

Time to talk:  Have you ever been embarrassed because of the actions of another person?  Have you ever been to a restaurant where it’s encouraged to throw your food on the floor?  If your parent had done this, would you have cleaned up the shells or left them there and hoped the waitress didn’t notice until after you left?

26 thoughts on “The most embarrassing thing on the floor of the roadhouse…

  1. All of the above. Theory used to be that oils from the peanut shells were good for the wood floors. Of course someone had to step on them to get the oils out. My father can be quite embarrasing at restaurants, on purpose.

  2. Too bad that Roadhouse has tile flooring. An old boss of mine bought a bar that used to insist the peanut shells went to the wood floor. When they cleared out the shells – that peanut oil driven into the wood over the years was a sight to behold – magnificent! Don’t be too embarrassed about whatever your Mom does, embarrassment is part of a parent’s job! 😉

  3. that is so funny! it would happen to me for sure. yes, we have had a couple of restaurants where this is standard practice so i can understand her confusion.

  4. Wow, I have to say I’ve never had a similar experience. The closest I’ve come in trying to clean up a bit after my children. Well, yeah, come to think of it, when you take a child out to eat, they almost always throw their food on the floor, just not on purpose!

  5. Oh my gosh – that’s funny Rachel!
    My mom is from Germany and English is her second language. Mix that with partial knowledge of Chinese and Italian, you get the following:

    Our family went to the local Chinese restaurant for my 19th birthday. My mom wanted a drink and looked at the list. Her eyes rested on Dr. Foo Man Choo (not sure on exact spelling) but instead of saying those words, she announced, in a rather loud voice, “Gimme a Dr. Fungoo!!”

    I was mortified. ❤
    Diana xo

  6. This had me laughing but I could certainly understand your embarrassment! My grandfather, a true farmer who rarely went out to eat, spit his “snuff” on the floor of the restaurant once. Oiy! 😦

  7. Pingback: Tossing shells and other inedibles on the floor, in Ancient Rome and today • Slices of Blue Sky

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