I'm back in town and never really found any better-than-crap food while I was in the Anderson, IN area. Well, the finger sandwiches at the Anderson Country Club were tasty but that's not food to which the general public has access.
I know this is such an easy target and I generally don't waste my time posting about the negative places but I have to mention just how horrible chain dining can be. On successive mornings we had breakfast at Bob Evans and Cracker Barrel, the former making the latter seem almost bearable.
How hard is it to make a decent breakfast? You'd figure that a chain like Bob Evans, which specializes in its own brand of breakfast sausage, would be able to put out something half-decent but it seemed like they didn't even try. Aside from overcooking some of their own sausage patties into completely burnt oblivion, a stack of buttermilk pancakes was served with hydrogenated "butter spread" and fake maple syrup. When I asked our server whether real versions of either condiment were available, it was clear that she'd been asked that question more than a few times before. With an apologetic and sympathetic smile, she answered "no, sorry" and moved along to the next table.
I just don't get it. Is it about the savings? Maybe, since these items are not typically charged for, the corporate geniuses who run Bob Evans restaurants have decided that since fake is cheaper, it is also better. But how much cost would it add to an average meal to offer real butter and real maple syrup? I honestly don't know but it has to be a relatively small amount, especially by percentage (for reference, our meal for 3 was about $30 with tip). What is the point of eating pancakes if they are not topped with quality ingredients? Pancakes are essentially nothing more than a vehicle for butter and syrup. I'm not sure why anyone would want to eat them the way they're served at Bob Evans. Yet on both mornings of our weekend, the parking lot at Bob Evans was nearly full.
On Sunday morning, until we agreed to sit on the outer edge of the smoking section, we were facing a 30-minute wait for a table at Cracker Barrel. At least at Cracker Barrel, the butter and the syrup are real. For some odd reason, however, omelettes are not offered on the menu. For a more understandable reason, the menu is loaded up with all sorts of starchy side dishes . . . hash browns, hash brown casserole, biscuits, grits, etc. Many of these items are served with gravy, if it can even be called that. Our experience was that aside from the distinct flavor of uncooked flour, the gravy was devoid of any taste at all. Several pre-set breakfast combination meals include biscuits, grits and potatoes. Here the food was just lackluster, not offensive or intentionally fake. Service was also very good and notably friendly. Breakfast for 6, with tip, was around $70.
Unfortunately, I came home with more than just a recharged appreciation for the tremendous offerings we have here in Chicagoland. Honestly, that's something for which my appreciation never dwindles. However, after what I experienced this weekend, places like Patty's Diner in Skokie feel like virtual holy places by comparison. After this trip, I came home afraid. I'm afraid that people who just don't give a crap about what they eat far outnumber those of us who do. I'm afraid that they're taking over and I'm afraid they'll eventually win out because accomodating them is just so f*cking easy. I'm not much of a political guy but what I witnessed and experienced out there this weekend worried me greatly. Folks, real food is disappearing and it's happening right before our eyes. Please forgive the drama and the lateness of the alarm (which so many have sounded before me) but there's a battle going on and we good guys are getting our asses kicked.
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