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1. We're not buried in snow. I have been informed that at least in some areas the "omigosh, towns buried in snow" news about Oregon has been remarkably general about indicating who is affected. Those towns are in the mountains, as far as I know all are above 3500 feet above sea level. I feel very bad for them, but we're in the valley at about 150 feet above sea level, so I don't feel very threatened by the snow. In fact, I don't have any snow. (I wouldn't mind an inch or so, but I wouldn't trade no snow for their problem. Some places got almost three feet in about 36 hours if I read the news correctly. That is too much snow in too short a time for my tastes, thanks. Especially since many of them were also buried - literally, they had some concerns about structural soundness in some places.) But, again, not us.
2. Scott and I went to Claim Jumpers for dinner last night! He really likes the place. I really didn't, but it's hard to sort out how much of that was circumstantial. I know I don't like it enough to go back. I'm not sure if I dislike it intensely or if I was just the queen of irritability, though.
Long day, not good day, canceled appointment with the financial guy - he was sick, I don't blame him, but still. Then I headed over and the traffic was a pain, and then the parking lot was stuffed and there was a construction project nearby and I had to drive to the butt end of nowhere before I found parking. I walked past two doors that were not entrances, but said "Entrance". As I got closer to each one hopefully, I saw that they also had an arrow pointing to the left, directing you onward. The word "Entrance" was clearly visible. The arrow was not. Really kind of annoying as I had to walk back out their sidewalks to continue on. Then the interior was overcrowded, noisy, and confusing. I wasn't sure which of two desks to go to in order to get in line for a seat, and the employees didn't react to my looking around. I would have gone over arbitrarily to the one where I could see employees - which was in fact the right one - but Scott got there, having driven up separately, and did so. Just as well; I would have been snarky as I was already out of sorts. Then we had a 20-minute wait. Annoying, but I'd honestly expected longer from the crowd levels. The waiting area was too small for the people crammed into it, and there were lots of little children. Only one of whom actually annoyed me. She had a new doll and was sitting there saying so over and over again in a shrill voice. At least I was not close enough to get the doll shoved in my face; that honor was saved for the people she was with.
Then we got seated. The dining area was just as noisy, although the little girl was nowhere nearby, thank goodness. The menu didn't really thrill me - a lot of stuff that I could get at cheaper restaurants and would like there just fine, so why go here? A lot of "creamy" things (I can have dairy with a pill, but the question is how much dairy is there, how rich, how many pills?). We got a filet mignon and split it. Roasted vegetables and a cornbread muffin. The steak wasn't bad. Outback is as good or better, tho', and annoy me less in other regards. It came with onion rings. They were good ones, but I only barely tolerate even good onion rings. (This is fine when we are out together: Scott loves them. But, the fact that they weren't mentioned on the menu and weren't replaceable with a side I would have eaten, not so pleasing.) The muffin was incredibly good. I have to concede that. It was excellent. The roasted veggies were...um. They would have been good, except that they were coated in so much butter - I think it was butter, might be oil but it had a dairy-like 'feel' - that they were greasy. Roasted veggies should not be greasy.)
On our way in, we'd seen the desserts in their front display case. Honestly? They were disgusting to me. They made me feel ill. On the way out, well-fed, the desserts looked okay - mostly. The big umpty-layer chocolate one still made me twitchy to look at.
The whole restaurant was a paean to the overdone, overlarge, overserved sort of meal. Well, for example: Scott and I split an entree with no appetizers, salad, soup, or dessert. And we were full at the end. Granted, we got the larger (12-ounce) steak cut, but still. And the prices were appalling, even for the meal sizes, in some cases. Others looked reasonable, but I could pay less and get a more reasonably-sized meal at Shari's for many of those items.
So yes, I'm whiny, and thus not sure how much my evaluation is worth, but I do know I don't intend to go back there. (Okay, if a group function goes there, I will. But I think I'll order a salad.)
And now I stop this post, and I wander off to do things, like run errands and go to the Japanese Garden and suchlike. Don't worry, I'm sure I'll babble about something else later. ;)
1. We're not buried in snow. I have been informed that at least in some areas the "omigosh, towns buried in snow" news about Oregon has been remarkably general about indicating who is affected. Those towns are in the mountains, as far as I know all are above 3500 feet above sea level. I feel very bad for them, but we're in the valley at about 150 feet above sea level, so I don't feel very threatened by the snow. In fact, I don't have any snow. (I wouldn't mind an inch or so, but I wouldn't trade no snow for their problem. Some places got almost three feet in about 36 hours if I read the news correctly. That is too much snow in too short a time for my tastes, thanks. Especially since many of them were also buried - literally, they had some concerns about structural soundness in some places.) But, again, not us.
2. Scott and I went to Claim Jumpers for dinner last night! He really likes the place. I really didn't, but it's hard to sort out how much of that was circumstantial. I know I don't like it enough to go back. I'm not sure if I dislike it intensely or if I was just the queen of irritability, though.
Long day, not good day, canceled appointment with the financial guy - he was sick, I don't blame him, but still. Then I headed over and the traffic was a pain, and then the parking lot was stuffed and there was a construction project nearby and I had to drive to the butt end of nowhere before I found parking. I walked past two doors that were not entrances, but said "Entrance". As I got closer to each one hopefully, I saw that they also had an arrow pointing to the left, directing you onward. The word "Entrance" was clearly visible. The arrow was not. Really kind of annoying as I had to walk back out their sidewalks to continue on. Then the interior was overcrowded, noisy, and confusing. I wasn't sure which of two desks to go to in order to get in line for a seat, and the employees didn't react to my looking around. I would have gone over arbitrarily to the one where I could see employees - which was in fact the right one - but Scott got there, having driven up separately, and did so. Just as well; I would have been snarky as I was already out of sorts. Then we had a 20-minute wait. Annoying, but I'd honestly expected longer from the crowd levels. The waiting area was too small for the people crammed into it, and there were lots of little children. Only one of whom actually annoyed me. She had a new doll and was sitting there saying so over and over again in a shrill voice. At least I was not close enough to get the doll shoved in my face; that honor was saved for the people she was with.
Then we got seated. The dining area was just as noisy, although the little girl was nowhere nearby, thank goodness. The menu didn't really thrill me - a lot of stuff that I could get at cheaper restaurants and would like there just fine, so why go here? A lot of "creamy" things (I can have dairy with a pill, but the question is how much dairy is there, how rich, how many pills?). We got a filet mignon and split it. Roasted vegetables and a cornbread muffin. The steak wasn't bad. Outback is as good or better, tho', and annoy me less in other regards. It came with onion rings. They were good ones, but I only barely tolerate even good onion rings. (This is fine when we are out together: Scott loves them. But, the fact that they weren't mentioned on the menu and weren't replaceable with a side I would have eaten, not so pleasing.) The muffin was incredibly good. I have to concede that. It was excellent. The roasted veggies were...um. They would have been good, except that they were coated in so much butter - I think it was butter, might be oil but it had a dairy-like 'feel' - that they were greasy. Roasted veggies should not be greasy.)
On our way in, we'd seen the desserts in their front display case. Honestly? They were disgusting to me. They made me feel ill. On the way out, well-fed, the desserts looked okay - mostly. The big umpty-layer chocolate one still made me twitchy to look at.
The whole restaurant was a paean to the overdone, overlarge, overserved sort of meal. Well, for example: Scott and I split an entree with no appetizers, salad, soup, or dessert. And we were full at the end. Granted, we got the larger (12-ounce) steak cut, but still. And the prices were appalling, even for the meal sizes, in some cases. Others looked reasonable, but I could pay less and get a more reasonably-sized meal at Shari's for many of those items.
So yes, I'm whiny, and thus not sure how much my evaluation is worth, but I do know I don't intend to go back there. (Okay, if a group function goes there, I will. But I think I'll order a salad.)
And now I stop this post, and I wander off to do things, like run errands and go to the Japanese Garden and suchlike. Don't worry, I'm sure I'll babble about something else later. ;)
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The prices are a little bugfuck, though. It HURT, and I was not expecting the prices when I went in. My hostesses that trip spend rather more on food than I am comfortable with or desire to do, but. . . *sighs*
Anyway, at least you know you're not going to miss out by never going back?
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