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The MP3 in my head

Published June 16th, 2008 in Family, food, holidays, restaurants | No Comments »

An internal MP3, as it were.

Hope everyone had a good Father’s Day. I did. After I got out of work.

We went to a chain restaurant called Carrabbas. This is the same chain that owns Outback restaurants.

We have eaten at Carrabbas a few times, and have yet to have a bad meal. Last night MLW and I had the pollo rosa maria. It was wonderful. I also had to indulge myself in a limonfresca. That too hit the spot after a hot day at work.

And to finish it all off we had ice cream with a carmel sauce and carmelized pecans. Man, life is good when you have good food, and good company.

And that is what is playing on my personal MP3.

Namaste.

Musings on a seminar

Published May 14th, 2008 in Retail, my opinion, restaurants, work | No Comments »

* It is 7:30 in the morning. Who could you need to talk to on that damned phone.

* If you are never going to allow people to be on the balcony, why was one built on the corporate office? Or are you trying to keep people from jumping?

* If you had to sit all day in a food safety seminar you would never eat at another restaurant.

* Washing your hands IS the way to better health.

* My ass is numb.

* My brain left around lunch time.

Namaste.

My place, or Your Place?

Published May 4th, 2008 in Michigan, beer, food, restaurants | No Comments »

When you move into a new area it is interesting to find out what the local food favs are.

When I moved from the west side of Michigan to the Deroit area, I learned about the lusciousness that is White Castle.

And cold Stroh’s beer.

When I moved to Columbus, I learned about chili and spaghetti. Yum.

Moving to Pennsylvania I have learned about Lebanon Bologna, red beet eggs, and stromboli from Your Place.

Not specifically YOUR PLACE. But the restaurant here in Pennsylvania called Your Place.

Their stromboli, or strombaloney as The Princess used to call it, is absolutely out of this world. You have got to try it.

I am thinking about this as we try to decide what to have for dinner, as all of us forgot that Chik-Fil-A is closed on Sundays. You would think that at least one of us would have remembered.

Namaste.

Surly wenches a deux

Published April 18th, 2008 in restaurants, screwups | No Comments »

the various mis-spellings forgiven. I hope that I made it very apparent that the food at the restaurant mentioned in the previous post was absolutely wonderful. I had a dish called chesapeke chicken that looked like a crab cake, and tasted like heaven.

It was just the service that sucked. And that is what makes me the maddest. It was like we were stuck in a vortex of suckiness that no one could save us from. We just kept whirling around and around. And that is not acceptable to me. We were apologized to, but nothing changed. An apology means nothing if you don’t make sure that you change the behavior that resulted in needing to apologize.

That seems simple.

So what about you? What has been your worst restaurant experience? Let us know about it, would you?

Thanks,

Namaste.