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Sunday, June 29, 2008

Limited Too & Maggiano's Little Italy - Charlotte

Maggiano2 Yesterday, Bob and I and little Glen went to Southpark Mall to get some clothes for our growing daughter, Sarah, who is 14.  She didn't know we were going there and actually, neither did we, but since we were in the area after taking Glen to a doctor appointment, we thought we would save gas and stop in to get her what she needs.  I swear she is going to be seriously tall in the next few years.   Sarah is already 5'5" and in a size 8 shoe.  Slender and so pretty.  And smart too!  Anyway, we were out and about at the mall - something that I rarely do, by the way, because personally, I hate going to the mall.  But, Sarah's jeans and shorts were getting a bit too tight, and her shirts were too small, and she was beginning to look like a homeless child.  I resigned myself to having to take a trip to Limited Too to appease her need for clothes.  Fortunately, they were having a sale, so that surely helped. 400 dollars later, she is looking pretty cute in all her new clothes. 

Maggiano3 That was our Limited Too excursion.  We got hungry, of course, after all that walkin' and so we headed to a restaurant we hadn't tried before - Maggianos in Southpark.  Nice.  It was very italian and packed for lunch, but not so much that we had to wait, there were just a lot of people there with lots of red and white checked table clothes.  To my surprise, the hostess heads us to the back of the restaurant and up some stairs to an elevated dining area that was empty.  Two thoughts - either she is embarrassed by us and wants us to be away from civilized patrons, or we are special.  I'll opt for special.  We were clean, we didn't smell funny, and although I am still limping a little bit from my knee injury 5 weeks ago, I was walking well enough to shuffle up the stairs without having Bob have to plant his hand firmly on my behind and push me up the stairs.

We had a nice view of all the people below and we were greeted by not 1, not 2, but 3 servers over the course of the meal.  It was a bit confusing - who is our server?  But they were all professional and courteous. 

Maggiano5 Glen had a child's Cheese Ravioli, and it must have been good because he ate every bit of it.  Bob had some Tomato dish that I did not try. It was pretty.  Bob kept insisting I try it, but I refused.  I figured if he liked it that much, he can eat it.  I was going to enjoy the rest of my Ceasar salad (which was good, but still not as good as the one I had at Sugar Magnolia).  We did, however, get served a lot more salad at Maggiano's, and Bob and I like to share a Ceasar when we are out.  I had the Fettucini Alfredo with Broccoli and chicken and it was very good, however, there wasn't a lot of broccoli or chicken, or at least, not as much as I would have expected for a restaurant like theirs. There was a lot of noodles, however, and I did have a nice take-out for lunch today.  Still, I was searching for the chicken and broccoli while I was eating the left-overs today for lunch.  Darn.  Couldn't find them.  So, Maggianos - more broccoli and chicken in the Fettucini Alfredo please!

Strange, I can't remember what Bob ordered.  It obviously didn't make much of an impression, and I do remember that he didn't finish his either, which for Bob is unusual. 

The bread was kind-of tough for my liking and appeared to be made-on-site, but again, it wasn't what I would have expected for a restaurant like this one. 

Don't get me wrong.  I enjoyed my lunch, and I will probably go back sometime, but considering the cost of feeding Bob and I and our grandson, Glen - about 70.00 (included tip) and that didn't include wine or dessert, I would've expected more.  Put it this way, it didn't leave an indelible impression on my brain like "Wow, I loved that restaurant, we'll have to go back soon!" No.  It was more like "okay, that was nice, now let's go home." 

Today was leftovers, popcorn, and movies.  Not a bad weekend so far and fun with the family.  My son, Matthew, however, seems to have disappeared again to our neighbor's house for a sleepover with his best friend, Alex.  Why am I not surprised?  I miss him when he isn't here! I live for his goodnight kisses and cuddles and morning hugs and snuggles.  boohoo.


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