Would this be the definition of irony?

Jason has had a man-craving for some Chinese buffet for the last few days, since we passed a local restaurant that also advertised sushi and mongolian grill. It's like the trifecta of cheap ethnic food.

We decided to swing by there and try it out this evening so Jason would, you know, LET IT GO. And in an effort to save a dollar or twenty, we decided to take PB&J sandwiches, chips, and fruit for the boys. While they do love all the authentic Chinese delicacies one typically finds at a Chinese buffet like mozzarella sticks, fried catfish, and french fries, they usually don't eat enough to make it worth the price we have to pay. Not only monetarily, but also emotionally when they whine and complain non-stop that they can't eat the fries until they have something "healthy" like chicken nuggets. Hey, it's white meat, right?

I was a little afraid the management might throw us out for bringing outside food in, but no one seemed to care. And since I'm such an upstanding citizen, I only snuck Cade a few bites of honey chicken. I was even careful to make sure no restaurant employees were near when I was doing the sneaking.

On the way out to the van after paying the check, I noticed a handwritten poster in the restaurant window for the "Weekend Special": Fri., Sat., Sun.- Kids under 8 eat free.