What Was I Thinking?
Jun 1, 2006
Stopping at Dillards, I asked the ladies at the cosmetics counter for a dinner recommendation. Mind you, I have a theory that IF cosmetic-counter-ladies understand the necessity of expensive make-up and designer shoes, they MUST also appreciate fine dining. I overlooked one glaringly important detail: I'm in Podunk, Idaho. You can guess the rest:
Me: "Where can I get a really good salad."
First well-coifed, made-up, high-heeled cosmetic-counter-lady: "Oh...I don't know. Subway makes great salads. You could also try Wendy's."
Second WCMUHHCCL: "Or there's Me & Lou's Family Restaurant across the street."
Me: Great, gaping, awkward pause accompanied by a look of astonished disbelief. "Well. Um. Ok, thanks."
But instead of eating at "Me & Lou's," I drove an hour each way to dine at a known-reliable, gourmet establishment that understands "salad" means more than iceberg lettuce and cherry tomatoes drowned in ranch dressing.
You know what this means, don't you? I've become a salad snob.
Ah, no. It means that you've come to adopt a very reasonable standard.
Although, in Maryville Tennessee at Aubreys there's a Buttermilk Garlic Ranch dressing that would survive even a chunk of iceberg lettuce. Its so good, I'd eat it with a spoon.
Hmmm. Now that you've got me thinking about salad dressings, there's a great house dressing at the Copper Cellar in Knoxville. Oddly enough, I'd swear that its a cold cheddar-cheese sauce/dressing.