Drove down Montrose by Margie's, saw the neon lights on and the "OPEN" sign by the door and stopped in. They seem to have opened quite recently, and are getting more prepared by the minute. Having never been to the original Margie's (yes, I need to get out more), I can make no comparison between the two.
I ordered a chocolate soda from a young man behind the counter. He asked a coworker if she knew how to make a chocolate soda. She asked an older gentleman behind counter if they had any chocolate syrup. Upon which the older man, who later was addressed as "Peter" (see post above), offered me a strawberry soda, a root beer float, or a Coke float, as there was no chocolate syrup yet. I looked over the menu again and ordered a vanilla malt, and the older man began telling the young man how to make one. The young man asked me if it was for here or to go, and I said "to go, please." The older man said "Have a seat. We don't have any to go cups yet. I thought you wanted it for here." I didn't mind staying, and told them it was no problem. My boys and I sat down.
Presently, we were served the malt in a tall glass on a tray with additional malt in the metal cup in which the malt was made. The young woman who brought it asked me if I'd like an extra straw or sugar wafer, and I said an extra cup would be great. Peter told her to bring a big cup for my almost-2-year-old, so she brought us a small water glass and a tall glass coffee cup FULL of whipped cream with a cherry on top for him, along with his own straw. This was very well received. We shared the sugar wafer, and drank our malt, which really was a shake, in my opinion, as I discerned no malt flavor. It was a very good shake, and a fine size for him and me to share. Turns out my boy doesn't have any more interest in maraschino cherries than I. I felt sort of sorry for my 5-month-old as his older brother and I drank our shake right in front of him. He seemed OK with his thumb, and drifted off. I figure I'll make it up to him sometime when the older one goes to preschool or something.
As we sat there, a large bucket of chocoate syrup, a package of paper cups and a few other items were brought in the front door. I considered that if we'd just spent another couple of minutes at Target debating between the Elmo toothbrush and the Cookie Monster toothbrush we could be sitting there with a chocolate soda. Or we could be in the car with our malt. Oh well. You never how taking one seemingly insignificant course of action over another might change the rest of the day.