Today’s Daily Prompt:
Have you ever gone to a new place or tried a new experience and thought to yourself, “I’m never doing that again!” Tell us about it.
I think I did tell you about it. Let’s have a look.
I did not; I only told you about the blueberries in the bread pudding.
We went to a “steakhouse” that a friend of ours raves about–a couple friends of ours, actually.
Have you ever craved a nice steak and eaten one, only for it to be so unsteaklike that you felt that you hadn’t even eaten a steak?
That sums up our trip.
Three of us ordered the same steak, ribeye, and none of them tasted the same. I don’t remember what cut my mother ordered, but hers tasted different from our three. Some bites were sweet, some savory, some bland.
My steak was stringy and sinewy and hard to cut with the dull knives they supplied.
The baked potatoes were fine, until the middle of the night when both of us who’d had them got sick.
The potatoes au gratin were large chunks of potato in a cheese sauce, some not entirely cooked.
The waitress was unpleasant.
And then, of course, the bread pudding was covered with blueberries.
I didn’t just think it; we all said it.