Ya know, its funny how a guy can live his whole life and not know stuff. Like, well I don't want to go into all that right now, but The Melting Pot. So, my wife says, let's go to The Melting Pot, I agree, cause, well, I agree, and she says, "We have to make a reservation a year in advance". A year in advance? What happens there? Does the ghost of Elvis and John Lennon do a lounge act? I mean, a year in advance. Can't this restaurant add some more seats or something? So weird. Flash forward to our vacation. We found a Melting Pot that, get this, had an opening - THAT NIGHT. Well, I squeezed into my nice clothes and we rushed over to eat at this magnificent "year reservation in advance" restaurant.
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