I love this.
It reminds me of how everything seems kinda bigger and more awesome when you’re a kid. Case in point. I remember being a kid and thinking going to Long John Silver’s to eat supper was like the BEST TREAT EVER, and I vividly remember how much I loved the crunchy fried batter, and hush puppies, and getting the paper pirate hat to wear as part of the kids’ meal.
Before Mr. Mock and I were married, but were living in sin about 13 years ago, there was a day when inexplicably, we both had a huge craving for Long John Silver’s. And it had been YEARS since either of us had eaten it, but it was one of those cravings that you could simply not deny, so Mr. Mock went to fetch LJS take-out, and we ate ourselves silly.
It was seriously only like 20 minutes later that we both felt a raging hatred for Long John Silver’s. We could literally see beads of oil surfacing on our skin – that is how greasy and disgusting the food is. And we REEKED. We just felt completely gross, and vowed to never eat there ever ever again.
Fast forward to this weekend. Grandma Mock informs us that she has coupons for Long John Silver’s, and since Mini Mock has a huge thing for pirates right now, and had never been there, she insists we should take him after going to the movies to see Frankenweenie this afternoon. All of a sudden, I get nostalgic for Long John Silver’s, recalling how much I loved it as a kid, and thinking it’d cruel to deny Mini Mock that experience of wearing the paper pirate hat and tasting crunchy fried batter and hush puppies. So I convince Mr. Mock we should go, and convince myself that it won’t be horrible the way it was 13 years ago.
To make a long story short, I was horribly woefully mistaken. When we went in, the floor was sticky, and the place smelled like oily greasy ooze. There is just no better way to describe the smell. We ordered up a kid’s meal, and an order of hush puppies, because that was all we could get ourselves to even THINK about eating there. Mini Mock didn’t like hush puppies, he didn’t like the crunchy fried batter, and he didn’t get a pirate hat.
We left after only about 20 minutes or so, but STILL smell the ooze on our clothes even 3 hours later.
NEVER EVER AGAIN will I let kid nostalgia rule over adult experience.