Fuddrucker's has been one of our favorite family dinner places, whether it is here in California, back in Baltimore, or WAYYY back in Houston. Last night after some burgers and onion rings, we played a few rounds of air hockey.
We never go to Fuddrucker's without reminding Ronnie of that fateful night 9 years ago. We were having dinner at Fuddrucker's when she decided she was ready to join us in this world. My OB-gyn said "pack it up and get to the hospital." I never did get to eat that meal.
Edwin ate my "frings" in the labor and delivery room and Grandpa Terry got my burger. All I got was ice chips. And Ronnie :)