Friday afternoon we were headed down to Old Colorado City. My goal, my one purpose in life that day was to find the childrens store where we bought Olivia this ridiculously cute hat last summer. I had to have another one for next winter since she draws so much attention with this one.
You see how cute I’m talking about??? Look at that hat! Look at that face!
Unfortunately, I didn’t get my hat. The store only had infant sizes and bless Olivia’s heart, she didn’t even have an infant size head when she was an infant. Like father, like daughter.
Alas, the day was not completely ruined. I asked my sis where a good local eatery would be close to Old Colorado City. She gave me a couple options, one being Meadow Muffins.
After I picked up the pieces of my broken heart at the childrens store, I was listing off my sister’s picks of restaurants. Meadow Muffins. blah. blah. blah. (I say this because I just can’t remember the other places she told me)
“Meadow Muffins. What a dumb name. I’m not eating there.”- Robby. That’s right. Mr. Judgement himself said that. He had no clue anything about this restaurant except the name and for some reason, he was biased.
He went on and on about how the name didn’t make sense. The name was stupid. On and on.
When my niece, Rach, came down to meet us, we started going through the list with her and asking her opinions.
Twenty guesses as to what she recommended…….. You guessed right. Meadow Muffins. “It’s kind of like bar food. Cozy atmosphere”, she told Robby. Well, why didn’t you say so before? Ugh, do you see what I have to put up with people???
Meadow Muffins it is. Friday afternoon in the off season was a perfect time. Just a few other stragglers about but pretty slow.
|Casablanca fans just above the bar|
|Thanks for the blurry picture, Rach.|
|Look at that gorgeous ceiling. And let’s not forget about the moose head. Right? Right?!?|
|The carriage from Gone With The Wind. Oh yeah, and a naked gal on the far wall.|