The Flying Saucer, Ft. Worth
My friend Laure and I made a trip to the Ft. Worth Modern Art Museum this past Sunday and later we found ourselves driving in circles looking to get something to eat. Finally we parked the bus (Nissan Quest) and hit the streets so we could better decide on where we wanted to eat. Since it was a Sunday, there was little traffic and even fewer pedestrians so it was pretty easy to get around. I enjoy rollin' around Ft. Worth more then I do Dallas for a couple different reasons. Ft. Worth has brick paved sidewalks and some streets so it's a nice change up to feel the rumble in my hands. This style of sidewalk of course requires me to pay more attention to my wheels and what was ahead but it's easy to forget about all that and enjoy the people, the sounds and the weather. The sidewalks seem much more level as well which is a key for saving your shoulders if you plan on rollin' around most of the day.
After rollin' around between 4th and 8th street (I think?) we felt our decision was made. The Flying Saucer it was. When I opened up the front door the first thing I saw was a small staircase leading up to the deck and I felt that knot in my stomach. Oh shit, now what? Well I'm apparently blind as well because immediately to my right was a lounge and bar area. The tables were tightly packed in together which required some maneuvering but eh ... I'm used to that. The chairs were relatively light and easy to move and I was able to slide under the table! Man I love when I can fit under a table and lock my breaks. I find I don't have to brush off as many crumbs from my lap when I'm afforded such a luxury. I wanted to sit closer to the bar simply because I thought we'd be able to get our drinks faster and well ... I was hoping the bar tender would be a blond (instead HE was a baldy). Laure preferred the table and that worked out well because all I saw in the bar section was those high tables which are a bitch to get up too. I love the scenery change though I mean, who doesn't like being up that high you know? There were a couple other areas to eat, drink and play but all I saw was small, narrow stairs. So if you plan on hanging out there with a large group, hopefully you have a good piggy-back plan.
As we were leaving I hit up the bathroom and found it relatively easy to get in and out of. They had two urinals and one accessible stall (the door opened outward). The toilet seat was loose and shifted a bit so that's always fun. Especially when it's not the cleanest joint and you're "afraid" to touch the walls. Fortunately my handy-dandy hand sanitizer was in my murse (TiLite Seat Pouch - Large) so I convinced myself I was germ free. The one odd thing I noticed about the bathroom was the door opened right into the foyer where the front door to the restaurant is. There was a guy taking a piss as I was leaving and I didn't want to open the door but eh I figured he probably didn't care.
I want to spend a little more time talking about the importance of a strong, sturdy toilet seat. Not being able to feel my ass and damn near the rest down makes it really hard to transfer to a seat that is in motion. I only have one ball left and I reallllly like it so I do my best to keep it out of harms way but that's complicated by a moving toilet seat. In my own house I replaced the seat in my personal bathroom with a much heavier and sturdier seat that I found at my local Lowe's.
mikeagimp rating: 2 out of 5