Just got back from lunch with a friend.
A friend who used to be my neighbor, but who did something really selfish, and moved away from me.
How dare her!
We decided to go to Rainforest Cafe so the babies would be somewhat entertained. After looking over the menu, we decided we both wanted the fried BUFFALO chicken salad.
It’s extremely important to me that you understand it said “BUFFALO chicken.” It didn’t not say “plain ol’ chicken strips with squirts of buffalo sauce.” It did not say “Straight up chicken strips.” It said BUFFALO chicken.
I have to admit, I was totally excited about this salad. I had high expetations for how awesome it was going to be. Do you have any idea how GREAT buffalo sauce and blue cheese dressing are together? DO YOU?
The waitress sets our plates down.
I noticed something was terribly wrong, but before I got chance to say anything, Trish holds the “buffalo” chicken up and proclaims “WHAT THE HELL IS THIS?!?”
Ah! It was a total SQUISH THE FOAM moment.
It wasn’t buffalo chicken, my friends. Oh no.
It was a FREAKING CHICKEN STRIP WITH A SQUIRT O’BUFFALO SAUCE.
Trish was all “Am I supposed to spread the sauce with a basting brush?”
And I was all “Seriously. THE MENU DOESN’T SAY A SQUIRT OF SAUCE. It says buffalo chicken!”
Don’t be squirting a little sauce on a chicken strip and calling it “buffalo chicken”. Latina’s get PISSED when you do that.
That was over an hour ago and as you can clearly see, I’m still pissed about it.
I TAKE MY FOOD SERIOUSLY. Not that you’d know that by looking at me, or anything.