Mmm... Mmm... Pricey!
We were eating breakfast with Joe (a friend of ours if you haven’t guessed by now) at Ideals two months ago. While gazing at their flip-through margarita list, there was a promotional thing that said if your birthday was in August, you can come in on the 3rd Thursday of that month and have yourself a free prime rib. That sounded good. Thus, we marked it on the calendar!
Well, the August’s 3rd Thursday rolled along and Luke was ready! Packin’ an empty stomach and an ID card (to prove that it was his birthday), we set out on our bikes to Ideals. Six minutes later, we arrived and were sitting at outdoor table.
We all took a look at the menu. Luke, of course knowing what he was getting, asked me was I was getting. I looked at the menu, and saw that most of the items were steaks. I said told him I’d get what he was getting, because we learned our lesson about getting steak.
The Steak Lesson: As you may have read in A Phil’s Phiasco, we played at Phil’s Fish Market. Usually, I like to get swordfish (it’s become a tradition). However, when Papa said he was getting a steak, I decided to switch my order so I wouldn’t miss out on something potentially good. Well, we got our steaks and Luke and Mama got their prawns and salad. Both Papa and I realized that steak wasn’t the greatest idea. It was too mild! Therefor, we only ate about half of it. The next day we made gyros with the other half. We learned our lesson, don’t get steak at a restaurant!
So yes. We learned our lesson about steak, and thus got the prime rib…both of us thinking that prime rib was BBQed ribs. Shortly, the waitress came around and asked us what we were ordering. Luke mentioned that it was his birthday and got the prime rib. Luke then showed her his birth date on his ID. After, she asked me what I wanted, and I said I’d get the same thing. She then asked me for my ID. Giving her a side view of my face I said, “Now come on. Just take a look at me. Doesn’t it look like my birthday?”* No dice. But I said I’d pay for it. She told me that she wasn’t sure if they had enough prime ribs to give to non-birthday diners, but she was gonna check if they have enough prime rib.
I got a little suspicious about my order, because ribs were smack-dab on the menu, and didn’t say limited stock or anything. Plus the second time she said “prime rib”, I got a little worried about the “prime” part and thought, “perhaps prime rib isn’t the same as a rack of ribs.” I was just about to ask the waitress if prime rib was the same as a rack, but she started to leave and I figured, “Ah, it probably is.”
Well, when it came, we both found out that prime rib didn’t have all that much to do with ribs. The contents of the plate consisted of the hunk of meat, some steamed zucchini and broccoli, and a potato. That wasn’t so bad, until the check came. A whopping $21.95!! Just for some greens, a bit of meat and a potato! I mean, not to be ungrateful, because the meat was succulent and cooked to perfection, but if I knew that’s all it was for 22 bucks, I definitely wouldn’t of gotten it. More over, I could’ve made the same thing for half the price.
But, as we say for disappointing experiences, “Hey, at least we got a blog post out of it!”
* Ok, I didn’t actually say that, but I was *this close* to saying it. I hesitated a second too long and missed the right timing.
