… For a quick dinner. Steak, mashed, and cole slaw. Had it a ton of times before. I take a gob of cole slaw and I almost puke. It’s rotten?
Give it the bartender and tell Hume to have the manager taste it. He comes back — the bartender, not the manager — and says it a new formula. The other bartender says “I should have warned you no one likes it” — are you kidding me?
There’s enough lessons in this to choke a horse. Now how can I make my displeasure hurt?