For my anniversary he gave me crabs

From Joe's Crab Shack. This post will fall under shameless plug, but the true intent is meant to inform frazzled, socially stunted parents.
We never eat JCS as Hubs is a seafood snob. Growing up on the coast ruined anything that is not fresh out the ocean less than hour ago for him. I have always been landlocked and will eat all seafood happily. But a neighbor recently informed us they have outdoor seating connected to a playground. It was warm the night that commemorated seven blissful (okay-we at least survived) years. We happened upon JCS and it was like the heavens opened with the angels singing the Halleujah chorus.
They served appetizers. They served desserts. They served alcohol. They also did the Macarena but our waitress was fun and not pushy so it provided extra entertainment. Miss C played the whole time. She allowed us to eat a meal in peace that didn't include one chicken nugget. They gave us money off coupons to come back. Someone even got engaged while we were there. That was actually troubling because what a lame story to tell your kids one day.
Becoming a parent equals a loss of freedoms that occurs in many forms. I think I could live with less sleep if there were more going out into the world. Not just to Chick a Play and Old McDonald's. But real, or at least closer to real, dining out. This has been a tough blow for us. Some weather it fine, but it has kicked our butts. To find an option that melds our two worlds of Miss C and her needs with a real meal and possible margarita? Well, to this baggy eyed, social contact deprived SAHM, it equals Nirvana.