Jeff and I aren’t exactly adventurous eaters. When we arrived at O’Charley’s we decided to try something different. By something different, we thought chicken with rice and broccoli instead of our usual chicken with pasta and broccoli.
We studied the menu. Right next to the Cajun chicken pasta was Santa Fe Tilapia. It looked like grilled chicken topped with peppers and tomatoes. We thought the Tilapia referred to the peppers and tomatoes. Surely that was how folks in Santa Fe ate their chicken. Surely.
We were wrong.
As we stared in horror at our meal, our server stopped by our table to check on our status. Jeff asked, “Is Tilapia fish?”
She shook her head up and down and her jaw dropped open. She leaned her head in toward us and said, “Would you like to order something else?”
That’s when I made the silly declaration, “We ordered it- so we’ll eat it.”
Ten minutes later, we motioned for our bill. Our server said, “I hope I’m not rushing you.”
Jeff said, “Oh no. We’re done.” He waved his hand toward me, over the fish and then back toward himself as he said, “Besides, you’ve got stories to tell about the two rubes sitting at table three.”
She lit up like a Christmas bulb, her embarrassment palpable.
Needless to say, Jeff over-tipped.
Until next toon,
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