The Rail

You have to stop at the bar on the way in, it makes the food taste better.

Waitress: "Can I start you ladies off with anything?"

Me: "Another beer, and some wine dammit! (please?)"

Waitress: "Here is some soup and bread while you are deciding."

Me: "Is this soup made out of beer?"

Waitress: "How about some salad?"

Me: "Hell yeah!"

(The simplest, best tasting salad EVER!)

Waitress: "Do you ladies know what you are having this evening?"

Me: "Uh, yes. I will have the lamb steak, medium rare."

Waitress: "Do you want garlic on that?"

Me: "Is that a question?"

Waitress: "And our side tonight, is Spanish rice, enjoy."

Me: "I wish it was Sunday, so I could have some ravioli side instead."

Waitress: "Is there anything else I can get for you ladies?"

Me: "Uh, how about another side of sour cream? Oh! And another beer!"

Me: "I think my steaks look better than this, but I guess that is the difference between beef and lamb. Man that garlic looks good."

So I didn't end up eating any of my steak or potatoes until the following evening, but I tried some of everything else. I think I was more about the drinking than the eating at this point in the day, after all it was about 1900 hours.