We went to +Tallywackers for lunch on Sunday. Debbie's 12 year-old went to a friend's house for the afternoon, but my daughter is 21 so she came along. Honestly, though, we almost could have brought the 12 year-old with us. Sunday lunch is pretty laid back. There was no wild partying going on -- which suited us just fine. We were there to see the place, eat their food and say we have been there. Next time, maybe we will go for strip teases and body shots... NOT.
From the outside of the building, Tallywackers looks like a normal small restaurant. Inside the door, though, we were greeted and seated by a tall young bartender dressed in nothing but tight shorts. I think maybe there is a [normally dressed] host who usually does the seating because the owner/general manager was filling that role when we left, but he was away from the door right when we walked in. So Alex took care of seating us at one of the booths along the outside wall of the restaurant. (I like to sit beside a window when I can.)
Within a few minutes, a very nice ex-Marine named Matt came to see what he could bring us to
drink. Bright eyes and a broad smile made me feel comfortable right away, despite his scanty "uniform." He took our drink orders (Coke products) and Debbie ordered some fried pickles, then he gave us some time to peruse our menus.
At this time of day, there was no "entertainment" going on, so we did not get to experience any of whatever goes on for evening entertainment and that was just fine. We were quite content to read our menus and talk. We also enjoyed asking Matt a slew of questions. He seemed pleased to answer them.
The menu has a nice selection of burgers in addition to chicken fingers, hot dogs and other fare. Prices were on the lines of what might be found on a Chili's menu. Everyone in our party ordered a hamburger, well-done. There were not many people there so our food arrived pretty quickly. The fried pickles came out first, of course. Chunks of pickle deep fried in plenty of breading, these were actually pretty good. I wished we had placed a second order. (Maybe next time.)
Then the burgers came out. They were nice sized and I thought the taste of them good but none of them was done to order. They all were a little on the pink side in the center. Also, Debbie pushed a small piece of raw meat aside on her plate. (It must have been an added bonus from the chef. He probably saw her from the kitchen window and thought she was cute enough to merit his special attention. Just kidding.)
When we were completely stuffed, my daughter and I got up to use the ladies room while Debbie tried to finish the fries left on her plate. This is when the only "fun" thing happened and I missed it! I am so bummed. Debbie told me that Matt came by the table to check on us and saw her struggling with her last few fries. He asked if she could eat them if he fed them to her. She did not think he was serious so chuckled and said, "sure."
"Well, here. Let me hold your hair for you so it doesn't get in the way," she reported he said. Then he gathered her hair into a loose ponytail behind her head, picked a fry up in his fingers and fed it to her.
I can't believe I missed that! It would have made such a great picture! Ah, well. Maybe some other year I'll be in Dallas for Sunday lunch and we can ask for a repeat performance.
From the outside of the building, Tallywackers looks like a normal small restaurant. Inside the door, though, we were greeted and seated by a tall young bartender dressed in nothing but tight shorts. I think maybe there is a [normally dressed] host who usually does the seating because the owner/general manager was filling that role when we left, but he was away from the door right when we walked in. So Alex took care of seating us at one of the booths along the outside wall of the restaurant. (I like to sit beside a window when I can.)
Within a few minutes, a very nice ex-Marine named Matt came to see what he could bring us to
At this time of day, there was no "entertainment" going on, so we did not get to experience any of whatever goes on for evening entertainment and that was just fine. We were quite content to read our menus and talk. We also enjoyed asking Matt a slew of questions. He seemed pleased to answer them.
The menu has a nice selection of burgers in addition to chicken fingers, hot dogs and other fare. Prices were on the lines of what might be found on a Chili's menu. Everyone in our party ordered a hamburger, well-done. There were not many people there so our food arrived pretty quickly. The fried pickles came out first, of course. Chunks of pickle deep fried in plenty of breading, these were actually pretty good. I wished we had placed a second order. (Maybe next time.)
When we were completely stuffed, my daughter and I got up to use the ladies room while Debbie tried to finish the fries left on her plate. This is when the only "fun" thing happened and I missed it! I am so bummed. Debbie told me that Matt came by the table to check on us and saw her struggling with her last few fries. He asked if she could eat them if he fed them to her. She did not think he was serious so chuckled and said, "sure."
"Well, here. Let me hold your hair for you so it doesn't get in the way," she reported he said. Then he gathered her hair into a loose ponytail behind her head, picked a fry up in his fingers and fed it to her.
I can't believe I missed that! It would have made such a great picture! Ah, well. Maybe some other year I'll be in Dallas for Sunday lunch and we can ask for a repeat performance.
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