We who live in North Iowa are mired in a culinary wasteland surrounded by bad food and unimangative menus.
I just returned from having dinner in a nearby small town;(Floyd) I went there specifically because just a few weeks ago this restaurant was featured in our local paper as having superb steaks…so I thought…maybe its true. Wrong…not true, not even close. The steak I had was at best a 1.75 on a scale of 1 to 10. It taste like it was prepared in a nursing home kitchen, the only identifying chartistics were an abundance of grizzle and fat. The potatoes were not throughly cooked and were left in a pan under a warming lamp to begin a rapid decent into hell. The fried cauliflower was cold in the middle and the house wine I ordered taste like gravel from the parking lot as it went down. So much for romantic notions and local reviewers who’s opinions are influenced by the possibility of selling an ad to the owners of this culinary train wreck.
If per chance a bulb of garlic were to somehow find its way into that community, it would first have to be sent out of town to be identified, then a wooden stake would be driven through it to insure it was indeed dead and could never bring bad breath to anyone living in that county. As for olive oil….don’t even think about it. If I were allowed to sentence the person who wrote that review, the only just punishment would be to force them to eat all their meals in that cafÈ for the rest of their life.
Peter J. Children
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