The Bennigan’s near Chapel Hill Mall closed down. There pretty much gone from this area, so I think it had something to do with Corporate miss-management. The building sat vacant for some time, until they put in a new restaurant to take its place. The new restaurant is called “The Brick House Tavern & Tap”. Not knowing anything about it, me and Allie decided to give it a try. We took the kids and looked forward to trying the place out.

When we got there, Allie sent me in ahead so that I could get us on the list while she got the kids out of the car. The waitresses were dressed in slutty little hooter-like outfits; short shorts and tops so tight and low cut that they were about to burst. Their little catch line for their buzzers are that they say “here’s your “vibrator””; and the thing says something about “This is for your hand, not for your …”.

Bottom line, The Brick House is not for your kiddies and it’s not a family restaurant. Don’t take your kids unless you feel like explaining what the girls have balloons shoved down their shirts. I feel sick for the children proudly displayed with the half-neckid girls on their Facebook page. As a resident of Cuyahoga Falls, I’m sad that they would approve an establishment like this. Especially given how much they touted being responsible for bringing O’Charlie’s to the area. I will be emailing the mayor about this one.

We ended up going to Applebee’s instead. The place was sadly bare on a Saturday night. It looks like the Brick House is taking a lot of their business.

The Library was closed on Monday, so I decided for myself that I’d do whatever on Sunday without feeling guilty. We ended up going over my Uncle’s house for a cookout. Allie went shopping with the girls, so it was just me and the kiddies. Gage and Gavyn got to swim in their huge backyard pool, as well as play on their excellent swingset\treehouse. I got to catch up with some relatives, and my parents and sister were there.

Following the cookout we headed back to my parents to meet Allie and see the fireworks. We watched them from lawn chairs on the sidewalk. When the fireworks started, my little one asked for daddy. She watched the fireworks from my chest, blanket in hand, shielding her eyes. She peaked through to see them and then cuddled up when she was scared. As a father, there’s NOTHING better than having my little daughter curl up against me, safe in my arms.