Next, we went to the new Patriot Place by Gillette Stadium in Foxboro. Again-- a few thoughts, mainly, where the heck was this place in the early 90s? My teen years would've been so much cooler if Patriot Place was around. Ok, maybe not, but it's pretty crazy. Parts of it are still under construction, and we spent a fair amount of time driving around vast, empty sections of the stadium parking lot looking for the restaurant where we wanted to eat. We followed these crazy bright, flashing lights and we found it--CBS Scene, a monstrosity which requires you to climb something like eight steep flights of stairs to enter (we took the elevator).
Once you're in, it's sensory overload. Millions of TVs are blaring various programming from, yep, you guessed it, CBS. It's definitely my least favorite of networks, and it's slightly strange that they're in the restaurant business, but we left very happy. Each booth has a flat screen TV that you can control, which is right up our alley at this stage in our lives. Nora was fascinated and didn't fuss once during dinner. I was able to scarf down my Kobe beef burger in an uninterrupted, glorious six minutes flat. I did notice there were moments during which the three of us were just staring at the screen while David Letterman introduced some wacky college kid who invented a refrigerator that can toss you a beer-- ah, quality family time at the dinner table. Kinda sad if you think about it, but hey- we have a toddler and I'll take a few minutes of quiet where I can get it. At least that is what I tell my guilty-mom self.
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