Well, The Husband and I had hoped to have a nice dinner out at a restaurant last night. We decided to go to a place in Avon, but when we got there the place was closed. Not closed for the night, but out of business. In fact there were many empty commercial spaces open the strip of Detroit Road into the French Creek district.
So, Tim decided he wanted to try a place called Mulligans in Avon. It's usually pretty busy so we figured it couldn't be half bad.
Well, it was horrible.
The food was terrible, my drink tasted like cough syrup, and the band was awkwardly awful and overly loud. The only good thing was Tim's beer was cold.
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The band succeeded to butcher everything from 80s music to the Counting Crows and adding ridiculous keyboards to every song. Worse the singer could not sing. This really made me miss Nashville where there are talented musicians lining up to play any venue. I don't think I've ever heard a band that bad that played in public. The decent drummer was greatly overshadowed by the horror. I couldn't help but wonder if they were actually being paid.
So we packed up the chicken breast drowned in BBQ sauce and headed home. My stomach hurt so bad I actually went to bed.
So much for a night out.
Sunday morning is here and it is finally sunny. I have a laundry list of chores I hope to accomplish today (including laundry) so I'm off to wake up The Husband.