We all know that T.O.C.E. finds endless pleasure in ridiculing the long, unappetizing and cumbersome name of my favorite (and only) dish. But Advanced Weight and Hairball Management has nothing on the menu at the place she and The Other ate last night (www.foodisimportant.com). They left me at Sundown and drove for many miles, "into the middle of nowhere" (which is where I thought WE lived). But no. This is even further into the middle of an even bigger nowhere.

They stumbled back home many hours later, very happy, and with a menu. I snuck a smug peek at the menu after they passed out, rubbing their bellies and cooing, "best meal ever...so good...mmmmm."

Look at this verbosity:
Appetizer: 2 pates with toast points, coarse mustard and bourbon-pickled peaches.
Zuppa: ginger-infused carrot cream soup with habaneros.
The Other's entree: Iowa elk steaks (prepared NY strip-style), with organic Bleu cheese butternut grits, chesnut-and-honey-pickled shrimp and a mushroom salad.
T.O.C.E.'s entree: grilled jumbo South Carolina quail with a smoked duck rice cake, topped with apple gumbo and fried oyster slaw.

I'd never seen those idiots happier. Or more broke, apparently. The moral, dear readers? If you find yourselves in the middle of nowhere (www.mountvernoniowa.org), you can be this happy, too.

Backthefugup; I may barf.