Like Manna from Heaven

When we moved, we made some huge changes. But one that has affected our normal, everyday life has been that our town does not have a Sonic.

I know.

I cannot tell you how many times I thought, “Happy Hour!” and then was sorely disappointed when I realized that indeed, it was Happy Hour at Sonic…just not here.

So yesterday, after seeing some new Sonic commercials, I was complaining that it wasn’t right that they advertise to us when we don’t have a Sonic.

And after some Twitter conversations with a few people, Husband and Caedmon came home from the park and announced that we were going to make the 25 minute drive to Sonic for dinner. I was a little timid about it – not because I didn’t want to go, but because I knew it would be pushing it to get home in time for Honor’s bedtime. And if you recall, the last time we had her out (in the car) past her bedtime, the results were disastrous. I did not want to have that happen again. But we made the trip anyway.

We pulled in and ordered in the drive-thru. We were a little apprehensive because we had to repeat the order about three times. “No, a strawberry limeade.” “Mayo on the cheeseburger. No mustard.” “Did you get the tots with the kid’s meal?”

And then we had to wait a long time. Long enough for Caedmon to feel the need to take more silly pictures.

Finally, we got our food and dove in.

It has been too long since these have graced our cupholders.

Husband’s coney.

Caedmon was serious about his tots.

Then it was my turn. (Honor didn’t get anything. But to be fair, she doesn’t know what she’s missing yet.)

I was anxious to get into my #1 combo with cheese (mayo) with tots and strawberry limeade.

The strawberry limeade? Good. The tots? Good. The cheeseburger? Was this:

Definitely not mayo. Most definitely mustard. And nothing else. No lettuce. No tomato. No onion or pickles. Not quite a real Sonic burger. But I wasn’t complaining. I ate it. And it was good. Not what I wanted, but good.

We ate, then drove home. Honor did well, though she was getting rather loud and on the verge of being over the carseat by the time we got home. I can’t really say that I blame her. All that car riding for nothing.

An hour and a half to eat at Sonic just isn’t something we can do on a regular basis. But it’s nice to know it’s there. And we’ll be back.