Monday, June 05, 2006
Loaf of meat, yum
Over the weekend we had dinner at a Marie Callender’s restaurant. I’m not sure what possessed me, but I ordered meatloaf. I haven’t had meatloaf in years, and I mean like at least a decade. I liked the meatloaf my mom used to make. I always like to try something different on the menu, so I ignored the negative stigma that meatloaf carries with it (even the name itself is unappetizing—meatloaf. It’s a loaf of meat. Sounds like it would go clunk in your stomach.) and ordered it with gusto.
It tasted weird. The consistency was unlike any meatloaf I’d ever seen. It’s supposed to be ground beef, right? It was the right color, but the consistency was more like… quiche, or something. What did they do, put the meat in a blender to make beef paste? The meatloaf itself didn’t taste bad. It wasn’t dry. It was just… weird.
The lesson here? If the bar for your food expectations were set by your mom, don’t ever expect a restaurant to meet them. You’re likely to be sorely dissappointed.