Christmas lunch at The Keg. This is the second year so perhaps it is becoming a tradition.
Water for Kerry and a glass of Cabernet -Merlot for me.
Bread for the table which we had turned down but our server I suspect was quite new to the job and perhaps somewhat nervous and was not paying very much attention to anything that we actually said!
Kerry wanted a wedge salad with thousand island dressing but apparently thousand Island dressing is not on the menu. So she settled for a caesar, with regrets, most of it was left.
We both ordered from the “classics“ side of the menu. I even pointed to the meal I had chosen on the menu but again our young server appeared to be zoned out somewhere. Consequently I was not offered the salad which is a part of that meal. No regrets I didn’t want to waste calories on a salad anyway. But when Kerry raised the question our server seemed to assume that we were attempting to be frugal. I found this somewhat disturbing that he would even raise that possibility. However, as I say he was young and perhaps not yet fully trained.
so Kerry had the baseball sirloin from the classics side of the menu complete with accompaniments. She had argued with some vigour that I should at least get mushrooms!
my 10 ounce serving of prime rib which came from the other side of the menu and lacked the accompaniments such as the lovely vegetables.
I ordered the cauliflower mash and Kerry ordered the baked potatoes so that we could each try a different side by sharing.
We enjoyed our lunch and our time together but when it came time for the bill we did harass the server somewhat in what we hope was a friendly manner for his constant use of the words “we” and “our”. As in, “Are we enjoying our meal?” Both Kerry and I find this worse than fingernails on a chalkboard! We pointed out humorously that he was not enjoying our meal as we had not agreed to share with him. Where does this nonsense come from? He claimed he was trying to include the whole table but even when we pointed out to him that he wasn’t part of the table he didn’t seem to get it. We partecd on good terms, I hope!
