Val Gets Fried Up

We went to the casino last Monday. Of course the high point, as usual, was LUNCH. Or it should have been the high point. I guess it was okay, in retrospect, considering how Val still thought she had a Reuben coming her way on Friday.

Hick chose the catfish and fries. When I saw it, I wanted to ask, "Where's the catfish?" I didn't, because I don't need any similarities pointed out to Clara Peller. But my point is, they used to advertise it as ONE POUND OF FRIED CATFISH FILLETS. And it WAS! I used to order it, and the fish was plentiful and delicious. Then ownership of the casino changed, and it became 3/4 POUND OF FRIED CATFISH. And a year later it was not mentioned how much catfish you would get.

Hick said the catfish was good, but he didn't like the spice stuff in the batter. Back when I used to order it, the batter was not spicy. 

I chose the fried chicken sandwich. I really wanted the grilled chicken sandwich, but it was $3 more, because it came with bacon and cheese. I don't want bacon and cheese on my grilled chicken! I can't imagine they would have cut the price by $3 if I asked to leave them off. Don't even get me started on asking for a fried chicken sandwich, but made with grilled chicken! I still remember my sister the ex-mayor's wife arguing for 30 minutes with them, trying to get some BBQ sauce on her chicken sandwich.

My fried chicken sandwich looked pretty good. It came with "comeback sauce" and pickles and onions. The Pony took the picture, which didn't do the sandwich justice from that angle. So another was necessary.

It was a nice plump piece of chicken breast. The first two bites were delicious. Then I got to the twisty part. You know, the chicken that is all tough with fibers weaving different ways, and you can't really chew it for eating, because it's more like chewing gum! That was a disappointment. But I was not the only one to be disappointed!

We usually get the COMBO, which comes with fries and a fountain drink for a "cheaper" price. This time, there were no fountain drinks available because the city was under a BOIL WATER order, and such drinks were not allowed, because they use ice made from the city water. Don't even suggest that a bottle of soda might have been substituted! No Siree, Bob! Not at this place. We still got fries, because that's what you want when you get lunch out, not just a sandwich or some catfish by itself. Let the record show that fries here cost $5. 

The Pony saw that a special this day was corn dogs. They're usually not on the menu. The Pony loves corn dogs. They look pretty good to me.

You may notice a lack of fries on The Pony's cardboard dish. As we were ordering, we all had food credit on our players' cards. The Pony decided to get fries as the gal was getting the credits off of our cards. She acknowledged the fries, and I thought she added them to the order. The Pony had more food credit left for another time, somehow. But we still got a bill for $5.48, which Hick paid with our debit card.

Anyhoo... the food came out, and The Pony did not get fries. Even the gal said, as she set them down, "Didn't you order fries?" The Pony agreed. She went back to her register, and we heard her asking, and said, "Yeah, I thought so." We waited. Not so much held up eating, but ate our food, anticipating the arrival of The Pony's fries. Which never came. Which kind of rubbed me the wrong way. I had told her let's check the receipt, but she said, "It won't be on there." Which was right. All they ever give you on their receipt is a total. I already threw it away, or I'd show a picture. Don't you worry about The Pony. I shared my fries, with an understanding that when his came, I'd get some of them. Didn't happen. THIEVES!

At least The Pony's corn dogs were tasty. We'll get to the gambling part tomorrow.