Well the other day, The Slinky and I ended up in a Pizza hut. The experience was absolutley horrible for several reasons, but it did spawn an interesting conversation about going out to eat when we were kids.

Now, I don’t know if this is the case with other places across the country, but in the Midwest (or with us, specifically Northwest Indiana) it used to be downright swanky to go out with yoru family to eat at Pizza Hut. Somewhere along the line, we became a deidedly more delivery society, and the days of dining in for pizza ended.

Many of you are aware that I set an annual budget this year. One of the things we are trying to do is not to eat out as much. As a family, we are eating out once a week, which actually makes it a little more fun. This past Friday, we chose Pizza Hut, and here’s the deal…

IT

WAS

AWESOME

That’s right. It was EXACTLY like I remember it. Eating in the joint while other families sat around. A group of grade school girls crowded around the jukebox, playing Madonna tunes and dancing. (we even had the pleasure of meeting, in person, the esteemable Mike McMullin)

Our pizza was hot and excellent. You can’t even compare delivery pizza to eating in.

In short, it was as if I had taken a time machine back to the year 1990.