Friday night we all went on work furlow because I have had enough. I was left to gab on the phone with Katie until well after 8 and she had me laughing. We were discussing the pros and cons of Viagra.
The pros are obvious, the cons are blindness!
She is convinced Randy could benefit and wondered the reprocussions if she slipped one in his beer. She had me rolling on the floor with talk of vacationing at Viagra Falls.
Saturday Night found me at another Arrowhead haunt that sorely needs critiquing. This would be the unmemorable: Firebird Rocky Mountain Grill. The write up in the paper that led me there boasted of grandiose atmosphere with flagstone fireplace, cozy tables, a wood fired sumptuous menu, and a rather upscale steakhouse establishment. It has three $$$, so it must be good right? They also liked Dillons. What was I thinking?
Should have know better when we got there we were handed a "beeper" to advise us our table was ready. The beeper system is completely uncouth. It's so "Olive Garden"
Our waiter Adam, needed a good slap. He was a cartoon character with a personality that put us at dis-ease. He didn't have a genuine thought in his head and his scripted boring monolog made us say "huh"?
We were left to make menu decisions. They seemed plausable with the usual Filet Mignon, Ribeye, Prime Rib. I choose Prime Rib and was told by Adam they were out??
My disgusted look prompted M to quickly order me A Rib Eye lest I make a scene.
It arrived fully undercooked and fatty along with a baked potato that was about as delicious as a football but rivaled the horrible bread we had to beg for. We got out of there as soon as they could box up this supposed dinner that pawpaws would certainly enjoy.
Sunday, I'm just cooking for a Thanksgiving crowd and hanging out with my Gecko
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