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Ooooooohhhhh I just have to tell you where we went to eat the other night. I was so excited Wayne didn’t want to cook—-he was tired—-“pooped out” he said. He had been working in the yard, trimming trees and washing the cars, all the spring things. The sweet little dear. He was even too tired to drive so I drove. It wasn’t far. Just down the road to Pizza Hut. Anyway, I was so excited we were going out to eat. When Wayne and I travel together Wayne almost always drives because it is impossible for him to sit in the passenger’s seat without a white-knuckled conviction that his life will end at any moment. You see, I don’t just “drive the car” as such. That hands on the wheel, eyes straight ahead thing, commonly referred to as driving, is just not my thing. I kinda’ add fiddlin’. Fiddlin’ with the mirrors as I am drivin’, fiddlin’ with the radio, fiddle with too hot or too cold, fiddle with my drink, or gum, mints, lipstick, whatever. Wayne says it never stops.

Well, anyway we did get there safe and sound but very hungry. I was still very excited until we got there, and had to wait to be seated-and wait-we must have waited ten minutes. That’s not long but there wasn’t anybody in there. I wish I had used the chairs that they have near the entrance. My legs get acky when I have to stand too long. I should probably get some of those support hose they talk about. I think that there is a place on West Jefferson that sells them. They sell all that old people stuff; like canes and walkers and blood pressure machines and lift chairs too. It is called the Convalescent Shop. I guess they kinda massage your legs and keep the circulation goin’. The support hose I’m talkin’ bout now. They feel much better though when my Wayneee-poo massages them. The sweet darlin’.

Anyway this restaurant is close to our house so we went there. Waynedale’s Pizza Hut has great food. We order and get it delivered. It used to be a great place to dine-in too. Especially when Kim and Craig ran it. I wonder where they are now? I heard that they went to a Pizza Hut closer to their home, in Bluffton or was it Decatur.

Well anyway, after we were taken to our seat—-or I should say I was taken to our seat. Wayne just couldn’t wait any longer to get something to eat, so when we came close to the salad bar he simply picked up a plate and started piling it on. And I do mean piling it on. I don’t know how he does it. How does he get so much food on one plate!?

Wayne found the table that we, I mean, I was seated at and sat down. I waited abit—until Wayne had his first plate of salad almost gone and then I went up to the salad bar and helped myself. I came back to the table and found that the waitress still hadn’t brought us any water or asked if there was anything else that we wanted to order. Soooooo, Wayne the sweet little darlin’ went up to the manager and asked him if we would be served soon. I know that we were in sort of a corner booth and had kinda’ already served ourself to the salad bar but come on restaurant manager…someone did seat us there.

It wasn’t too much longer and a cute little waitress came to take our order. Wayne ordered his usual medium pizza with all the meat toppings he could find on the menu along with extra cheese. And I ordered spsghettee (that’s the way we used to say it when we were kids) and a side order of garlic cheese bread. Wayne cautioned me not to get it, the garlic bread, but I did anyhow. You know his brother is right. That garlic does give you gas!

I must complain about their tables and lighting. The lights over the table are too high. The light shines right in your eyes. It gave me a headache. And it seems that the tabletops have something sticky on them. I don’t know what it is but everything sticks to them. Even though Wayne’s belly was shoved right up against it—it shouldn’t STICK to it. When he dropped food it would hit his shirt and roll right back onto his plate so maybe that’s a good thing. They need to get somebody in there to replace the tabletops. I wonder if Mr. Freeland has ever been to this restaurant of his.

I’m so disappointed in Waynedale’s Pizza Hut. I can only give you 90 forks out of a possible 100. I’m sorry but those 90 forks are for improvement on the dining-in part. You do have a great product just clean up the place. And I do love your salad bar but please keep it full.

That’s about it for this time. We enjoy eating out as well as ordering food to be delivered (like pizza from Pizza Hut). But I’m never really sure of what to tip the delivery person. It seems that Pizza Hut delivery is the fastest in Waynedale—-believe me we have tried all the others. And they do get a good tip for that. Some of those Pizza delivery places on Bluffton Road even take twice as long as Pizza Hut delivery. Keep up the good work on the delivery and the good tasting food.

Until next time, Taa Taaa.

Mrs. Waynedale

The adventures and reviews of Mrs. Waynedale are written by a mystery author in the Waynedale area. You have to love her, eccentric, truthful, and quaint as she is. She is a champion for Seniors.

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The adventures and reviews of Mrs. Waynedale are written by a mystery author in the Waynedale area. You have to love her, eccentric, truthful, and quaint as she is. She is a champion for Seniors. > Read Full Biography > More Articles Written By This Writer