Bridal Veil Falls and me being an old fart

Recently we had some of the first sunny weather since I do not remember when, so I made the executive decision that we would go experience some outdoors. We drove to Provo Canyon to see Bridal Veil falls and met much of the Utah Valley population there. I dipped my big toe in the water at the bottom of the falls and it promptly turned white and fell off. So don't ask me what kind of bionic toddlers they've got here who were splashing around like it was nothing.

Two good-lookin' guys.

The Provo River, looking very rapids-y.

Bridal Veil falls. Told you they're obsessed with marriage here!

Just the cutest baby ever, that's all.

When it started to look like rain, we went to the very cool Blickenstaff's toy store and looked around. They have a phone booth filled with imported British candy and I got myself a Cadbury Whole Nut bar. (The REAL kind of Cadbury, mind you, not the Hershey-created imposter. I shake my fist at you and your ways, Hershey.)

We also grabbed a Clark Bar and an O Henry bar, because we'd never tried either. My verdict? Enh. The Clark Bar was a lot like a Butterfinger. Neither were as good as a Dairy Milk. Because the bathroom at The Shops at Riverwoods didn't have any kind of changing facilities, (really, The Shops at Riverwoods?) I changed the Tiny Dark Lord's diaper on the grass in the middle of the pedestrian area. Grass on his nekkid bum was a new experience for him, but he bore it nobly. It wasn't very crowded so I don't think anyone even noticed what I was doing. Which is too bad, because I was all prepared in case anyone decided to have a go at me.

I had a Groupon for Sammy's Cafe in Provo, so we went there for dinner and sat outside. Now . . . this is the part where I betray myself. I realize this place is cool. It's this little hip hole-in-the-wall spot just off Center Street. They play the loud music and have the cool art and sponsor bands and have Polaroids covering the walls and name their burgers after local personalities and the people who work there have feathers in their hairs. I get it.

Only . . . it was really dirty. Does it have to be dirty to be cool? There were no other customers when we went showed up, and yet the counters and tables had not been wiped down. The floor didn't appear to have been mopped in days, if not longer. GH saw an employee lick their hand after giving a customer a melty shake. (And yes, I'm going to assume this person washed said hand before doing anything else, but dang. . . )

The people who worked there were very friendly, but it took a while to get all of our food ready--it seemed like the cook could only work on one thing at a time. So first we got our fries, and then a few minutes later we got GH's burger, and then a few minutes after that I got mine. And the food? I really wasn't that impressed. It could be that we didn't order the best things (we both just did the "Make Your Own" burgers). But our burgers were tough, and when GH realized that he was eating bread & butter pickles instead of dill this look of bewildered hurt came into his eyes. The fries were good, and the pie shake (we got the Mint Oreo Pie) was tasty but nothing to write home about. I think the ones at JCW's are much better. (Note: the ones at JCW's are also huge. Get a small and share it. I'm not kidding.)

So yeah. Maybe people go more for the atmosphere than for the food. Or maybe they know what food to order. Or maybe they just love hearing Chris Brown at higher-than-healthy volume levels. Or they like to boost their immune system by sitting in other people's crumbs. As for me, I think I'll just find some kind of old-person cafeteria and start going there for dinner around 3:30 pm, thank you.