When we first moved to Logan, poor as we were, we did try to go and have fun by eating out at some of the local restaurants. We tried Firehouse, and as soon as we opened the menus, our eyeballs popped and jaws dropped. Holy cow! They wanted a fortune! (By the way, their pricing is better now; we later found out they were a brand new restaurant). We promptly stood up, and walked out. Later on we tried another place called Kate's Kitchen and the same thing happened. We couldn't believe what they wanted for a simple chicken and mashed potato dinner. Once again, we stood up and left. Then we tried the Bluebird, which was semi-expensive, but the experience there was....weird. We had the misfortune of watching a woman nurse her baby fully exposed. It was horrible!
Now that we're world travelers, we like to think we know a thing or two about food (it's called a connoisseur).
Last week, we decided to try another local yokel. We went to the Coppermill. We'd been told over and over to go there, and we finally took the plunge. The atmosphere of the restaurant wasn't bad at all. It was quiet and semi-formal. Once seated and handed our menus, our eyeballs started a little popping. We're no longer poor, as we often eat at Hamilton's, but we were finding it hard to want to order 10 oz prime rib for $22, with only a baked potato, and self serve salad. Or a halibut dinner with the same choice, no fries. We ordered drinks, and went back to trying to decide what to order. And that's when the penny dropped. Out came 20 oz bottled sodas. Excuse me? I turned to Bryan with the menu hiding my face and asked if what I was seeing was right. At first, Bryan started to say yes, that maybe they had run out and gone for sodas at the local market. But then our eyes started to snake around the restaurant and everyone had bottled sodas. Uh-uh. I was not ordering a meal here. We got the ticket for our drinks, paid, and walked out. Where did we go? Hamilton's. And what did I have? The best draft Dr. Pepper you will ever find, along with yummy cranberry bread and a prime rib dinner (with fries, a salad, and squash) for only $16. Bryan got beef wellington, which was some of the most tender meat he's ever had. As we ate, we giggled about the situation. How often does someone have the courage to stand up at a restaurant and say no way and walk out? I work hard for my money, and expect to only pay out to those who work hard to earn my share. I may have high standards, but I'm not snobbish. I'll eat at the greasiest mom & pop burger shop anywhere, but it better be good.
I wonder where we'll walk out next?
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