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Dinner at the Outback Steakhouse: A Dining Experience

I opened the door to my motherís green Sierra minivan and step out of the vehicle, my shoe hitting the hard pavement. I shut the door and helped Misha, a four-year-old, out of the car. When he starts to struggle in his seat, I climb into the car and unfasten the gray plastic safety belt and let him climb out of the seat. There, I take his small, gentle hand and help him step out of the car. My family walked a couple yards, before my mother noticed an elderly couple getting into their car. Mom whispers something to my step-father who then begins to walk in the direction in which we came.

When the blue car of the elderly couple slowly backed up out of the parking space and made its way down the driveway, my mother walked across the road and literally stood in the parking lot. Then, as my mother always does when we have my cousins with us, she starts acting silly. My mother starts doing all of these poses and makes everyone laugh. My sister, Angelicca, covers her face, saying that sheís embarrassed with my motherís antics. I find it humorous.

As weíre watching my mother, my cousin spots a honeybee and swings her arm to get it away. And of course, as my sister starts freaking out, the two younger children begin to as well. Now as Iím trying to calm my cousins down, my step-father brings the car to the parking space and then the family is once again joined together and moves into the restaurant.

A warm, gentle, and sincere face greets us at the door with a hearty smile. Holding the door open, the little kids are the first to enter, followed by my parents and myself. As soon as I enter, the brisk cool air from the outside suddenly parishes as a warm sensation fills the indoors. My mother asks for the half booth, half table in the back of the restaurant and within moments of waiting, my family follows the hostess to the table.

From there, the hostess, Kiki, situated my family and noted that the waitress would be right with us. As soon as Kiki leaves, my mother removes a baby wipe from her pocketbook and begins to rid the table and its filth. After about a moment of scrubbing the wooden table, the blonde waitress makes her way to our table and introduces herself to my family.

She seems like a very decent, dependable woman who wouldnít get our orders messed up. Her name was May and she discussed with my mother what the special of the night was. After the short discussion, May takes our order and goes on her way to the kitchen to prepare the drinks.
My mother then turns to me and asks me to wait outside for my grandmother to arrive. I, of course, do as I was told and push the chair back, making a weird scraping noise, until I stop and am able to get up from the table. I then walk outside and I meet, once again, the crisp cool air that I only wish I could forget. I lean against the rail, looking around, eying my surroundings.

I turn to my left and notice a slightly overweight woman with her three year old toddler at her side, his arm up in the air, holding his motherís hand. As they walk across me to the front entrance, I look across the parking lot and see two business women, talking quickly and efficiently about whatever business that they were in. Soon enough, after a few minutes of the breeze chilling me, my grandmother arrives in my auntís car. I walk down the steps from the back entrance, to greet her. I put my hand on the black handle of the door and open it. My grandmother in her elegant outfit steps out of the vehicle, and walks with me to the back entrance, where I open the wooden door and allow my grandmother into the restaurant.

When my grandmother takes her seat, I listen to the childish conversation between my four-year-old cousin and my step-father. I smirk and look over to my grandmother who is speaking with my mother, until I hear a group of individuals yelling in the next booth, which is disturbing everyone around. I send a dirty look and if looks could killÖ

I sat at the table, facing forward, trying to take control of the migraine that has begun to take effect, until the salad runner made her rounds and placed the food at our table. Finally, I block out every sound that I could and concentrated on having an enjoyable dinner with my family.

After I finished my salad, I looked behind me to notice a group of older couples sitting around an eight seated table. They were unusually quiet and when thereís no noise, usually Iím in a paradise. At last, the main course came to the table and everyone was happy with what they got. I looked down at my juicy, tender steak and baked potato and dug in. It was one of the best dinners that I had at the Outback Steakhouse in a while.

Now, after I was finished with my meal, I got up and walked around the restaurant like I usually did to gain inspiration for my next short story. I begin my exploration, acting like a restaurant manager, observing his or her customers. I stood and excused myself and walked around the restaurant only once and a lot of ideas plowed into my head. I saw many happy families having discussions and then I saw some people having an argument with the manager. I left as soon as I can. Thatís how heated it had gotten.

When I was returning to my table, a group of employees were making their way behind me to my table with two cups of ice-cream. When I sat down, they sang their song and my cousins enjoyed their ice-cream. Their birthdays are a couple days apart and my mother decided to surprise them, like she always has done. When the bill came, the waitress thanked us and when we paid, we were on our way.


The following comments are for "Dinner at the Outback Steakhouse: A Dining Experience"
by Searching4Ever

dining out
Not too bad s4e. I think you could cut and condense the piecewise descriptions of every movement you made. Things like the screeching of the chair are useful but you don't have to describe every movement you make. Your observations were good though and the descriptions too.

At the moment it's missing something as a story and is really just a description of a nice night out. If you hinted somewhere at the beginning you were looking for short story ideas, and then you have the episode with the heated argument, you could make the theme about being too curious and finish being glad to just get away but still wanting to go back to the steakhouse??

I see a lot of potential. You have good observation skills and the ability to break things down into their component parts. That's something writers and artists can put to good use.


( Posted by: smithy [Member] On: April 11, 2005 )

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