So to lighten the mood I thought I'd treat her to foreign shores once again for a weekend treat.
The Buick revved up from Tec Towers and out it's comfort zone, steered towards Paisley - foreign enough for a guy like me who's more used to the mean city streets.
A tip from a source told me of a little joint tucked away in the Pheonix Retail Park so I was keen to see what was rising from the ashes.
We pulled up at the Brewers Fayre and judging by the pretty full car park, we were hoping for a bit of a treat.
There seemed to be plenty of tables and our waitress swiftly showed us to our table and handed us the menus.
It was normally a case of ordering at the bar, but Toots was spared teetering over to the counter in her red high heels.
Our server explained we would get table service owing to the fact the place was quiet.
Things were looking good.
As with every decision concerning The Moll, it took her some time to deliberate over the menu.
So we sipped on our drinks in the meantime. I was sticking to the cokes due to a couple of Bourbons with the boys the night before - and a game of cards gone wrong.
We opted for one starter to share, the breaded Camembert, and my peepers honed in on sausage, egg and chips with the option of beans to get me in to the recovery zone.
Toots decided to go for the slightly healthier version of quiche and baked potato.
Our waitress was pleasant and was soon off with our orders.
After sometime of listening to Toots recalling her classic moves to Zorba the Greek on holiday, the tummy was beginning to rumble.
With no sign of our starters, I was feeling a cold sweat come on. We caught someone's eye, and eventually they came,
While the cheese bites were piping hot, they were a little too runny as the gooey Camembert ran down the chin. But as we were 'sharing' they were soon polished off.
A rather lost looking waitress was wandering around with a couple of mains. By this time the joint was pretty quiet and it couldn't have been that difficult to work out we were still waiting for our meals.
I called over to her and she said she was looking for table 38 rather than our table 33 - hence the mix up, but it wasn't rocket science to work out it the dishes might have been destined for us.
When our plates arrived, Toots tucked into her quiche which looked like it had been nuked.
She fell silent and it wasn't so much a thumbs up but more a case of eating through hunger. I looked down to see yummy beans missing and peas in their place. I explained this wasn't what I had ordered given the length of time we had been in the restaurant, we weren't particularly happy.
Without further ado the manager turned up and to his credit he was deeply apologetic and offered to reimburse us as well us offering coffee and dessert on the house.
I ploughed on with the sausage and chips, but to be honest I've had better in a greasy spoon cafe.
Eager to getto the Barras to pick up a bargain, Toots said she would pass on dessert and opted for coffee, but I needed a sweet treat and it had to be the Ultimate Chocolate Fudge Cake with squirty cream.
A huge slice arrived and while it wasn't served with squirty cream, the pouring cream sufficed.
Not sure what the damage would be, the bill was sorted out for us.
With a generous discount, it ended up coming to £10.24.
Hats off to them for their generosity in trying to make up for our dining experience, but I still don't think it would be enough to tempt us back to this Brewers Fayre.