I Pigged Out At The Melting Pot

The Melting Pot.

I love it.

The cheese fondue? Mmmm.

The meat portion? Yum.

The chocolate fondue. GET IN MY BELLY.

Ahem.

Anyway.

We went to a special Fairytale Feast Melting Pot meal. It would showcase the Beauty and the Beast ballet that was in town.

My husband? Was not thrilled. He doesn't like fondue. It doesn't please him.

But guys? He doesn't like pot roast. He'll eat fungus (mushrooms) but he pushes away pot roast. In other words? He's picky.

"I'll convert you. The Melting Pot is the best," I promised. After all, he had never been to The Melting Pot. Perhaps he had rank fondue in the past.

So we walk in and there's a ballet dancer over on the side. I think she was Belle? I am not really into ballet but I thought, princesses! Tutus. Natalie enjoys both. She was in ballet for a brief time.

And then she was all, "It hurts my feet now."

But after seeing the dancers in their pretty costumes, she told me, "Maybe I'll do ballet again."

We were shown to our table and given a special menu:

"I'm not a princess," Tommy grumbled. Since he was 12, he would be getting the kid portion and it was only labeled as princess. This insulted him. Could I have allowed him to have the adult portion? Yes. But I'm cheap and didn't want to pay another adult price. He could deal.

Different ballet dancers would approach the table.

(Tommy declined to be in any photos. He's at that age, you see.)


After they walked away, Tom leaned over and whispered, "You can see everything."

I raised an eyebrow.

"The male ballet dancers? Their pants don't cover much. I tried to look away but I couldn't because everything was THERE. Out."

"Like Jareth in Labyrinth," I said.

So we got our cheese fondue and I loved it. Tommy loved it. Natalie loved it.

Tom?

"It's so goopy," he complained.

He still ate it though.

Then came the meats.

Tom seemed to like this part the best. He liked the teriyaki steak and the shrimp.

More ballet dancers.

"Everything," Tom hissed, and I knew what he meant so I nearly spit out my water.

We're pretty immature, I know.

My favorite part was next.

The chocolate!

This is the white chocolate.

With a bunch of tasty items to dip it in. I stuffed my face.

Tom?

He ate a few but was all, "I'm not into sweets."

How can someone not be into sweets? Oh well, more for me.

The bill came and Tom almost passed out.

"You knew the prices beforehand," I reminded him since he started to look a little pale.

"I know but...who would pay this much for ONE MEAL?"

"Um. Beyonce?"

"Jesus." Tom slapped his credit card down.

"So? Isn't fondue great?" I said, hoping to change the subject.

"Nope. I'll be happy to never come here again. And it took forever. We've been here for two hours. Who wants to sit around for two hours?" Tom whined. He had looked at his watch pointedly throughout the meal.

"It's a leisurely meal. Like the Europeans do," I explained. "I like it."

I enjoyed myself. The kids had fun. The only thing?

The Beast was supposed to show up. He never did. When we asked our server, she didn't know either. My daughter was pretty upset that she never got to meet him.

"He must be throwing a fit in the castle," I said. "You know him and his temper."

Natalie sighed. "Yes. He can be pretty rude."

I'll go back to The Melting Pot.

Tom?

Probably not.

But it's not The Melting Pot's fault.

My husband is just a picky, picky man.


**Update. The Melting Pot called me apologizing for the Beast not being there. They are sending a gift certificate as an apology. Great company, and I appreciate it!**