Melted cheese; Melted chocolate; Melted magic.
my husband and I took
our two sons to
The Melting Pot in downtown Portland for
an afternoon treat.
I wouldn't call the Melting Pot a family restaurant. People dress up to go there on special occasions. It has mood lighting. There's a hot plate at each table.
But... if you visit during first hour they are open
(when the crowd is thin), one order of chocolate dessert fondue (split between the whole family) is ... well...magical.
from the awesome flames to the chocolate to me:
firmly securing my place as "coolest" Mom for weeks.
On the drive home, my five year old must have said the word "flambé" to himself at least forty times. I may be spoiling him, but I'm building his vocabulary at the same time. Right?