Will someone please explain to me why here in the Midwest restaurants think cole slaw is an appetizer? Every time DS and I go to one of the family restaurants in this area, if I order cole slaw as a side, it arrives prior to my meal. Do they think it’s a first course? I don’t know about you, but I like my cole slaw WITH my meal. A “side” accompanies the meal, yes? just sayin’.
Do you ever give in to indulgence and order that honkin’ huge milkshake…you know, the one with gobs of whipped cream? Oh puhleeze, you know you do. My question is why do they fill the plastic cups so full and add that strange circular top with the opening for a straw, so that by the time you put the milkshake in your cup container, it has spilled all over you, and flows like a volcano all throughout the car? I think the server behind that little glass window gets extra points if this happens to the customer. “Hey! Got another one wet!” Why can’t they make a top that fits correctly? Grrrrr.
I always thought Bob Evans made the best pancakes. Plus they’re close to my house. Less gas money. I went for breakfast last week while Devoted Spouse was out doing his church gig. I ordered blueberry pancakes, my personal fav. I got about halfway through and realized these pancakes were getting soggier and soggier and it wasn’t the syrup. I was putting batter on my fork. Ack. No thanks. Yes, got a refund. Politely declined offer of more pancakes.
Speaking of barbecue…well sort of. Went to a local barbecue restaurant and ordered Texas brisket. Having not eaten brisket, Texas or otherwise, I was quite excited to see what it was all about. Imagine my disgust when a plate was put in front of me swimming in grease with overdone meat covered with fat. It was nasty. I didn’t eat it. I was surprised anyone would serve that. When the waitress asked me about it, I explained that I didn’t favor a meal that is swimming on my plate. She apologized all over me, offered to replace it (I had lost my appetite by then), and left to get a refill on my unsweetened iced tea. The tea arrived and it was sweetened. The waitress disappeared. Devoted Spouse contentedly munched his pulled pork sandwich. The owner came over, apologizing repeatedly and backpedaling on why I was given such a nasty piece of meat. Turns out I received the “end” and nobody thought to actually look at the plate and see what they were serving to a customer. He offered a better piece of brisket. I declined. He offered a pound of pulled pork for me to take home. I declined. He offered me a free beverage. I not only declined, but let him know the one I had was not what I ordered. He comped the check. That’s what he should have done to begin with. Devoted Spouse went home with a happy tummy. I stopped for ice cream…sigh…