Hungry after a day around town, I spy the special for the day — steak, lobster and soup or salad.
Sounds reasonable to me.
The price is reasonable, too — $9.99.
You need a players card for this special out in Western Las Vegas and then you need to swipe your card and print out a ticket. But none of that is unreasonable.
So I belly up to the counter and place my order. A friendly attendant whose name badge says she’s from the Philippines asks what I’d like to drink.
“Water,” I say. “Two glasses.”
“Oh, you have two people,” she inquires pleasantly.
“No just two glasses.”
She’s still confused. Why would one person want two glasses of water?
So I draw her a picture. “One person, two glasses of water.”
Finally she gets it. This guy is thirsty.
I dig out a newspaper and spread it out and wait. Minutes later, some hot clam chowder arrives.
The chowder is good and that and some crackers slow me down a little.
Then I return to my newspaper and wait some more. Hillary and terrorism get a lot of coverage these days.
Finally, a platter arrives with a smallish cut of tenderloin, lobster tail, mashed potatoes and a generous serving of broccoli. There’s drawn butter and lemon wedges for the lobster tail.
I dig in. The steak is maybe four ounces and at medium well, it’s a tad on the chewy side. The lobster is decent. The mashed potatoes and broccoli are very good.
I slowly polish it off and wash it down with two glasses of water. Meanwhile, a guy next to me is trying to corral a plate-sized chicken-fried steak.
But my meal is just fine and very filling.
I gather up my newspaper and the check and head for the cashier.
But generous to a fault, I leave a 20 percent tip.
