Self-described (and aptly put) as a “casual, upscale restaurant” this Wabash County restaurant certainly is! A golden color scheme with dashes of red and green, Twenty just about glitters.
Twenty in Wabash, Indiana
Traveling with kids is always unpredictable. You’ve got to be on your toes, prepared for every little thing, but sometimes, sometimes, no matter how prepared you think you are–it just isn’t enough. Enter: the most embarrassing night of our lives.
We were seated at the first table in the dining room. We ordered and entertained Baby–servers often stopped to entertain him, too. Now that’s small Indiana town service! Little did we know that we would soon be putting them to the test…
While Baby was enjoying the live music drifting over from The Green Hat Lounge Piano Bar, we ordered our food. We decided to begin with the Spinach and Artichoke Dip with Warm Pita Chips, followed with the Charley Creek Bibb Salad, and then our entrees. I chose the Lobster Macaroni and Cheese, my husband snagged the Sirloin and Shrimp Duo, and Baby had the Parmesan Noodles.
We hadn’t even dug in to our Spinach and Artichoke Dip with Warm Pita Crisps when peculiar noises start emanating from the Baby and hubs says, “Baby’s percolating!”
The Beginning of the End
I laugh and then say, “Well, pick him up!” and that’s when we see it: this is no laughing matter. It is, as we now call it—a poo-splosion. It has spewed out of the back of Baby’s diaper, landing on the seat of the once spotless high chair.
To occur in public in a place where everyone knows your name, and why you are there, well, it’s a little beyond uncomfortable. After a look of mortification from my husband, Jeremy, who promptly rips Baby out of the high chair and takes off upstairs, I get to be the one to tell someone about the horrible mess. I offer to clean it up but a very nice lady whisks it away and so…I sit down.
It suddenly hits me that there is absolutely no way on Earth that my husband is going to come back downstairs and into the restaurant. Would Twenty pack it up and send it to our room upstairs? Yes, they will!
Let’s just say that even with such a foul detour to our evening, we felt so very taken care of. April, a new employee of Twenty (poor lady!), brought our dinner and dessert. April genuinely smiled at us, mentioned that she has kids too and completely understands, and made me feel like she really did–which went a long way to make me feel better about the whole thing!
Pie Heals All Wounds
To make myself feel better, I tried my husband’s Flourless Chocolate Cake before he snatched it away from me. Then I ate the best Key Lime Pie I’ve ever had while taking a bath in the super deep bathtub.
It is of my opinion that a good piece of pie can improve anyone’s mood. That is, until I remembered we were due to have breakfast at Twenty in the morning!
Small Towns: Destinations, not Drive-Thrus! I’m Jessica Nunemaker and THIS is little Indiana!
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little Indiana received meal vouchers for both dinner and breakfast in exchange for a truthful review–and after this article, you should understand just how seriously I take the whole “truthful” part!
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