Dinner At Eight -- Or Maybe Nine

A white tablecloth restaurant just steps from the I-80 interchange in Sidney, Nebraska? The Buffalo Point Steakhouse? Too good to be true? Why, yes, it is. They'll seat you at a table. They'll give you a tiny relish tray. But no one will ever take your order . . . Better eat before you get there.
The only thing better than a white tablecloth restaurant is a tricked-out fast food joint. It reminded me of Italy. Or at least what I imagine Italy to be like. *sigh* Iced tea with a dash of Pepsi. No individual or small pizzas. No silverware.

Corrections & Clarifications

The editorial department (Kerry) noticed that I did not adequately detail our experience at the Gunnison Brewery in that our beer was free.

F R E E B E E R
- A ONE ACT PLAY -

WAITRESS: Can I take your order?

B: We'll have the summer brew and the rye.

W: Any food or just the beer?

B: No food, thanks.

[fifteen minutes pass without the beer arriving]

[five more minutes pass]

W: Are you ready to settle up?

B: Um, we didn't get anything yet.

T H E E N D