Breakfast: wheaties with a banana and coffee
Snack: banana and yet more coffee...
Lunch: the last of the left over beef stew and a can of
PEPSI ONE.
Dinner: We went to Montana Mikes and I had
- salad with French Dressing (our waitress brought the wrong dressing and had the integrity to admit her error and bring out a second salad with the correct dressing; I took this second salad home with me)
- 22 oz steak (ate half and will finish this off with breakfast tomorrow)
- large baked potatoe (ate about ¾ of this and will take the rest to breakfast tomorrow)
- a couple of glasses of iced water
We wanted desert but they didn't have the brownies needed for the "Rocky Mountain" desert (brownie, vin ice creamme, whipped creamme and fudge syrup) or the slice of chocolate cake. The chocolate cake could have been made elsewhere and shipped in with their weekly resupply yesterday. For that matter, the brownies could have been shipped in frozen. They like to bake the brownies at the Montana Mikes and that would explain the times the brownies were burned or overcooked.
We had a new waitress; she said it was her second shift. The young lady came here from a places in Hays, where she had been well trained. She did all the things the hospitality class Kathie took said a waitress/waiter should do. She came to our table within a minute of our being seated. (This was not the sometimes up to 10 minute waits to receive menus that we've gotten used to.) She came around to check our water, ask if Kathie wanted another drink, to see how our meals were.
The big item was she asked us if we wanted desert or wanted to get the check. This is what hospitality 101 preaches; we've been to places in town so many times where they do not ask "do you want desert". The waiter/waitress either drops off the bill, almost in passing, or tells us they will be our cashier and hands us the bill. It is as if they don't want to sell us desert. Sometimes, I ask for the desert menu, just to be ornery (I don't usually order) or we just leave in a grumpy-at-the-waiter mood. Then I note this down in my daily food notes.
Our waitress apologized for the lack of desert. We told her it was not her fault.
This waitress was the 2nd best we've had in town. The first best is Karla at Casey's Cowtown. There are so many poorly trained waiters/waitress in town that need to be brought up to speed (or to get other jobs). It makes going to restaurants in other towns every better experiences.
