Ok, so this weekend we went out to the cottage (Fr. Jed’s away on vacation and we “watch” his place for him). We have been out there the last three weekends, but this time was different. We were there with our friends Anne Marie and Chris. We had a really nice time, and rather than cook a meal we decided we’d go out to dinner. There is this really great restaurant in Gwinn called the UP North Lodge. They have the BEST ribs there. I had been looking forward to going there all week. We decided to have a late dinner, so we got there about 7:30. They don’t take reservations for less than 6 people, so we knew we might have to wait. They told us it would be an hour! Well, its worth it for those ribs! Turned out we only had to wait a half hour for our table, so that was great. The hostess seated us and gave us our menus (even though I didn’t need one). Then the waitress came to the table next to us to take their order and I heard the worst words “I’m sorry to tell you, we are our of our ribs tonight” My heart sank and I had to hold back the tears. Then she came to our table and I looked at her waiting for her to tell us she was joking. No luck, the ribs were gone (as is turns out, this was only the second time ever that they had run out of ribs). She told us about the great special they were having, stuffed chicken parmesan with ravioli, but it wasn’t much of a consolation (I did end up ordering that and it was really good, but it sure wasn’t ribs). The worst part was that I had to watch plates of ribs leave the kitchen going to the people who had ordered the last of them. I couldn’t help but wish those people would spill sauce all over themselves, or better yet drop dead before their order arrived so I could have them (ok, I didn’t go that far, but I was thinking bad thoughts).
Anyway, I didn’t get my ribs, but it wasn’t the end of the world. I did have a good meal and shared a great time with friends, which in the end is what’s really important. But next time there better be ribs, or else!
