Department of "What the &^$#!"

Now, I am a firm believer in the Mike G. Law, so when we rolled up to the restaurant at the waterpark hotel, I thought I was prepared for anything. Lo and behold, the bottom line of the menu read these words:

"Prime Rib Fingers"

Just think of all the poor Prime Ribs shivering on the corner, palming their paper coffee cup with fingerless gloves that now cover their hands completely....

Sounds a heck of a lot more appetizing to me than chicken fingers.

I was going to post something like this in the Eating Out section. Synchronicity.

We were at Risque Cafe on Saturday ($3 Rogue Chipotle Ales is a must-hit for me but I don't eat there) and my wife and her friend order the fried pickles. They love fried pickles for some reason. Anyways, they were expecting ranch dressing served with it. They got: Maple syrup and peanut butter. WTF?

Apparently they were "out of ranch." I've seen the size of those foodservice jugs that generic ranch comes in. That's just some bad planning if you run out of that stuff. But to replace it with syrup and PB? The bartender said something like "that's how they do it in Memphis," which sounded a lot to me like "that's what we're telling people tonight and we don't expect that they'll know any better."

give'em credit for creativity, though. they could've just served them up with sour cream instead of ranch.

I can't believe someone would take a pickle, dip it in batter, deep-fry it, and then want to do something crazy with it!