Working tomorrow, so IFN with the boy has been moved forwards to today.
As there are no films I'm especially dieing to see (none, at least, released in Calgary) we instead opt to go for dinner. Someplace new, and so I have the idea to try out the The Coup on 17th Avenue, a vegetarian restaurant I've heard good things about.
Unfortunately they're closed on Mondays.
So we wander back down 17th Avenue until we come to Tubby Dog, another restaurant I've heard much about but not yet tried. The very antithesis, if ever there was one, of The Coup.
Now lets be fair, it's a dressed up hot-dog stand, with "gourmet" hot dogs. Decor, interesting, Prices: Good, portions: Large, Yam Fries and Onion rings, tasty. The hot dogs, while well dressed were, well, so-so. But their market isn't the 6:00 diners, it's the 2:00 AM drunkards staggering home after the bar, so lets be fair - for them it's excellent.
The boy, he has a problem getting his hot-dog out of it's chili bath and ends up dropping huge globs of chili and cheese and coleslaw all over the table. We banter about the possibilities of him becoming the enfant-terrible of the food-critic world, dining in restaurants and then signing his name in the swath of spilled leftovers that mark his presence, and we laugh at the possible reviews: "It sure looked good, if only I could have gotten some to my mouth..." or "I really like Vietnamese food but never really learned how to use chopsticks...".
Maybe it was just me laughing.
Tubby Dog: Overall good, but the hot-dogs are no big deal. Delicious Yam Fries and Onion Rings though. Worth trying once, not sure I'll ever go back. Certainly not sober anyways.