Ugh.

So last night I went out with some friends. It was one of those get out of the house quickly, real quick, before someone notice's their sippy cup is empty, or asks where the clean underwear is. After checking out my backside to make sure the Play-Doh stain wasn't too noticeable, I ran. Really fast.
We went to the new fondue place in Bricktown, The Melting Pot. Now, I have been to this place before, with the same group of girls, and we collectively named it the fon-don't place. But, because we are used to being called names and ordered around our houses all day, by people that think quality television is a made up of a group of three classroom pets with speech problems, we didn't learn the first time we were treated badly and charged too much to cook our own food.
I mean really, $28 for two small pots of cheese. While I am well aware that I am cheap, and my dead, equally cheap, grandmother cries real tears from heaven, because she knows I could have single handedly supported an entire family of 8 during The Depression. I am not too cheap to realize when high prices are appropriate for good food. There are many restaurants around town that I have willing paid high prices for. (By willingly, I mean I checked the tab over a few times, because that waitress seemed just a little too nice, and those nice ones always over charge me for something).
I know that to have a good restaurant there must be a paid chef and quality ingredients. Two things The Melting Pot is missing. The whole meal is based on the customer cooking their own meal. The meats they give are not the highest of quality, and although I have not recently checked the market price for tempura batter and vegetable oil, I am pretty sure that it's not. that. much.
Don't even get me started on the cubes of bread, carrots, cauliflower, and celery, oh yes, celery, they give you to dip in cheese. And we all know that the only thing back in the kitchen is a bunch of pimple faced teenagers, discussing the best way to get drunk faster, or stay high longer. Because it takes no special training to chop bread and chicken and grate cheese.
Lastly, the wait staff. Ugh, I am sure others may disagree, but both times I have been, it has been terrible. My water glass should never be empty three times. And I am pretty sure the manager should not spent her entire night sitting at the bar.
So in my best high school report I have to say....
In conclusion, I feel like The Melting Pot is a gimmick and I find it much more enjoyable to eat fondue at home or someone else's house, where you can get cheese on your chin and the only person to to be mad at, because your drink is empty, is your husband.