It was my
inaugural Supper Club outing, a venture filled with much anticipation.
Our destination: Balsam Lake, where Jeff and JoAnn met us at Indianhead
Lodge. Looking at the menu, my eyes locked on the rack of ribs, only to
be disappointed by the waitress's news—they were out for the evening.
So I opted for
a steak. As we neared the end of our meal, the waitress delivered dishes
to the adjacent table. "Are those ribs?" I pointed. Lisa stood up and
went to the next table, where she confirmed my suspicion—they were
indeed. Lisa shared my story, and the guy even offered to share.
"Don't be
Midwest nice. We're from California!" she replied and came back to our
table - ribless.
We never did
get an explanation why there were no ribs for me, but they magically
appeared an hour later for another customer. Oh well, maybe next time I
won't be shorted at the Supper Club.
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