If you know only one thing about our family, you should know we love Costco. We take many a family outing there and G is always happy to sneak away from work to meet up with the boys and I for lunch/shopping.
I can't even count the many awesome things we've purchased at or through Costco over the years. Our awesome couch pillows, two bed mattresses, our car, AC at our last house, our camera, tickets for Disneyland, my watch, my glasses, our tent, not to mention the groceries and diapers and formula and prescriptions and photo printing. That place is just the coolest.
But the very, very best part of Costco is the food court. G, Sambo and I are totally addicted. I love the pizza, Sambo loves the hotdogs, and G loves it all. Plus, I'm sorry but how can you complain about feeding a family of four for $6.50.
But we've run into a snag lately. Buddy has become a weak link in the Costco experience. He hates the food at Costco. He is not at all a picky eater, but the two things he refuses to eat just happen to be the two things we love most about Costco: pizza and hotdogs. He is not a fan of tomato sauce and ever since people gave him the run-around when he asked what hotdogs are made of, he's refused to eat them (although Costco boasts their hotdogs are all beef -- and don't worry, I've tried to tell him that). Buddy does, however, really like the Caesar salad. Now it's awesome that he likes salad and all, but if we're dining at Costco for pete's sake, why does he need to pick the most expensive item on the menu? Our usual dinner for $6 is now costing us $9. If he's too good for Costco hotdogs, maybe it's time he starts paying his own way.