Monday, February 13, 2006
It's thirty-something degrees outside right now. And this is Florida.
Where am I living again?
Fun story from last night, straight from the "this couldn't happen to anyone but me" file: I go to the local theme restaurant for dinner, and although I've been going there about once a week since the place opened, because I'm the most boring eater in the world I've ordered the sirloin every single time. I've had my eye on the salmon, but I've always avoided it for the simple reason that the menu states that it comes with all kinds of sauces on it, and again referencing the fact that I'm the most boring eater in the world, that doesn't work for me. I've found over the years that asking them to "leave off all the crap and just give me the plain piece of meat" generally has too small a chance of succeeding to be worth taking the risk.
But last night, right in the middle of the dinner hour by the way, the waitress informs us that the restaurant has run out of sirloin. Not wanting to even try to understand how such a thing could happen, I instead took it as a sign that it was finally time to go ahead and order the salmon for once. I make it clear to the waitress that I want nothing on it, and she makes it clear that she understands, so at that point I figure there's at least a fifty percent chance of things working out OK.
I should not have been so optomistic.
The waitress comes out to apologize for the fact that the kitchen went ahead and put sauces all over my salmon despite her instructions, so she had told them to cook a new one for me. When she brought out everyone's dinner, she brought me a plate consisting of french fries and corn. Oh well, I knew I wasn't going to get through this unscathed. But then along comes the manager, apologizing and informing me that the kitchen has again put sauces all over the second salmon they cooked for me, -- and that once the third piece of salmon was finished being cooked, I would be dining for free. At that point I actually burst out laughing so hard that I didn't think to just tell him to go ahead and bring me thing, and I'd just scrape the sauce off of it.
I was still laughing when our poor waitress (who looked like she wanted to hide under a table) finally brought out the third, and seemingly successful, attempt at serving me a piece of salmon. Go I grabbed my silverware and dived right into my salmon, only to find that it was still literally frozen on the inside. Sent it back, got it cooked, and the final result was actually quite tasty. Too bad most of the people I was eating dinner with had already finished their meals and left before I got it.
Oh well. Got a good laugh out of it. These things really don't happen to anyone else but me, do they? Next time someone tells me they're out of sirloin, I think I'll just order the New York strip.
Where am I living again?
Fun story from last night, straight from the "this couldn't happen to anyone but me" file: I go to the local theme restaurant for dinner, and although I've been going there about once a week since the place opened, because I'm the most boring eater in the world I've ordered the sirloin every single time. I've had my eye on the salmon, but I've always avoided it for the simple reason that the menu states that it comes with all kinds of sauces on it, and again referencing the fact that I'm the most boring eater in the world, that doesn't work for me. I've found over the years that asking them to "leave off all the crap and just give me the plain piece of meat" generally has too small a chance of succeeding to be worth taking the risk.
But last night, right in the middle of the dinner hour by the way, the waitress informs us that the restaurant has run out of sirloin. Not wanting to even try to understand how such a thing could happen, I instead took it as a sign that it was finally time to go ahead and order the salmon for once. I make it clear to the waitress that I want nothing on it, and she makes it clear that she understands, so at that point I figure there's at least a fifty percent chance of things working out OK.
I should not have been so optomistic.
The waitress comes out to apologize for the fact that the kitchen went ahead and put sauces all over my salmon despite her instructions, so she had told them to cook a new one for me. When she brought out everyone's dinner, she brought me a plate consisting of french fries and corn. Oh well, I knew I wasn't going to get through this unscathed. But then along comes the manager, apologizing and informing me that the kitchen has again put sauces all over the second salmon they cooked for me, -- and that once the third piece of salmon was finished being cooked, I would be dining for free. At that point I actually burst out laughing so hard that I didn't think to just tell him to go ahead and bring me thing, and I'd just scrape the sauce off of it.
I was still laughing when our poor waitress (who looked like she wanted to hide under a table) finally brought out the third, and seemingly successful, attempt at serving me a piece of salmon. Go I grabbed my silverware and dived right into my salmon, only to find that it was still literally frozen on the inside. Sent it back, got it cooked, and the final result was actually quite tasty. Too bad most of the people I was eating dinner with had already finished their meals and left before I got it.
Oh well. Got a good laugh out of it. These things really don't happen to anyone else but me, do they? Next time someone tells me they're out of sirloin, I think I'll just order the New York strip.
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