Crazy being the operative word here
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Over the weekend, the Husband and I went to dinner and a movie. Because we are both trying to stay away from the siren song that is heroin sugar, we opted for Crazy Bowls and Wraps.
I know. We live big around here. What can I say?
We've been to other locations, but this particular franchise was a new visit for us. Seeing as how I am soboring diversified, I opted to get the same salad that I always get. When my salad was brought to our table, I noticed that the usual dressing on the side was missing.
I looked up at our server and asked if she could bring me some dressing. She looked at me like I had just asked for a large bucket of deep fried baby and said, "Um, we don't have any salad dressing."
I looked back at the Husband and then back to our server. "You don't have any dressing? Like at all?"
"No. We don't serve our salads with dressing."
Exsqueeze me? Are you on the same planet I'm on? Eating salad without dressing is like eating rocks or nails. For fun.
That is the whole point of eating a salad. So you can put some dressing on it.
When I told her that the last time I ordered this salad at another location, it came with a very tasty dressing, served on the side, she simply rolled her eyes and went back to the kitchen.
She returned and, with a smile stolen straight from Satan's lips, placed a dish of what I am sure was mayonnaise topped with pepper in front of me. "Here. Try this dressing. It's really good."
Fearing it was actually mayonnaise, pepper, and spit, I left it on the table. Along with most of my very dry, very boring, very unsatisfactory salad.
Tell me I'm not alone in this. Salad MUST have some sort of dressing, right? It doesn't have to swim in it, but a little bit of moisture? A little bit of sauce?
Don't worry, though. I totally made up for it at the movies with a large bucket of popcorn and some Reeses Pieces.
And, of course, a jumbo diet coke.
P.S. The movie was amazing. I would highly recommend it.
I know. We live big around here. What can I say?
We've been to other locations, but this particular franchise was a new visit for us. Seeing as how I am so
I looked up at our server and asked if she could bring me some dressing. She looked at me like I had just asked for a large bucket of deep fried baby and said, "Um, we don't have any salad dressing."
I looked back at the Husband and then back to our server. "You don't have any dressing? Like at all?"
"No. We don't serve our salads with dressing."
Exsqueeze me? Are you on the same planet I'm on? Eating salad without dressing is like eating rocks or nails. For fun.
That is the whole point of eating a salad. So you can put some dressing on it.
When I told her that the last time I ordered this salad at another location, it came with a very tasty dressing, served on the side, she simply rolled her eyes and went back to the kitchen.
She returned and, with a smile stolen straight from Satan's lips, placed a dish of what I am sure was mayonnaise topped with pepper in front of me. "Here. Try this dressing. It's really good."
Fearing it was actually mayonnaise, pepper, and spit, I left it on the table. Along with most of my very dry, very boring, very unsatisfactory salad.
Tell me I'm not alone in this. Salad MUST have some sort of dressing, right? It doesn't have to swim in it, but a little bit of moisture? A little bit of sauce?
Don't worry, though. I totally made up for it at the movies with a large bucket of popcorn and some Reeses Pieces.
And, of course, a jumbo diet coke.
P.S. The movie was amazing. I would highly recommend it.
