Bacon Bits

No photo to go with this post as we have just returned from a week long trip to the Midwest and Washington DC area where we visited with parents and friends.

Usually, when I eat in a restaurant, I have no problem with my vegetarian issues. Salads, some soups, an occassional bean burger, all make it possible to eat well in most any place.

After sitting down for a late dinner (or supper, as its called there) in an Ohio chain restaurant, I asked if they could make me a Cobb Salad without meat. "Sure. No problem." the 18 or 19 year old waitperson said.

When she brought my salad to the table, it was heaped in a bowl and covered with chopped bacon. I figured that the word just hadn't made it from the waiter to the kitchen to hold the animal protein. "Oh, I thought you were going to make me a salad without any meat." I whimpered.

The server looked at me, then at the salad, then back at me with the kind of withering and incredulous look that only someone her age can manage without even the smallest shred of self-doubt and said, "Its just bacon." Touche. I quit whining and ate. Dad got the bacon.