So the GF and I stop in at one of those chain steakhouse places called Tumbleweeds.
They have a huge banner by the door proclaiming Wednesday night to be “all you can eat ribs or chicken” night. Cool.
I missed breakfast and lunch today and I’m famished. My normal appetitte is quite healthful on an ordinary day, and when I’m extra hungry, look out!
So I decline the complimentary chips and salsa and order the AYCE ribs special. They bring out this huge platter containing bread, fries, and…about 1/3 to 1/2 of a slab of ribs…about 4 bones.
I polish them off in short order and finally the wait staffer notices and asks if I need more…well duh…yes I do.
So her she comes with another plate. This time the plate is normal-sized and it contains (I shit you not) 2 fucking ribs and two more pieces of bread (not that I even ate the first 2 pieces of bread). I chuckle…she looks nervous…and I tell her that I’ll probably be needing more.
So in about 5 minutes, the 2 extra ribs are gone…waiting, waiting…now here she comes…Damm!..2 more fucking ribs!
You know…if I get her to make a couple of more trips, I’ll eventually end up with a whole slab (like I wanted in the first place)…and at least a loaf of bread (like I didn’t want).
In the meantime I’m feeling a little self-concious…but then I think shit…I’ve scarfed down a whole slab plenty of times, plus a few extra. These fuckers sell a whole slab on the menu…so it’s not like I’m some freak of nature or something.
Shit. This AYCE rib thing sure is a fucking hassle. If I’m ever forgiving enough to eat here again and want ribs…even if it’s on a Wednesday night, fuck the AYCE ripoff.
Fuck you and your Nazi rib-serving techniques Tumbleweeds.