After a week of travel, which may or may not have been one of the crappiest vacations of all time, we wanted nothing more than the familiar and predictable bliss of our local brewpub. Our usual server, Ryan, a jovial redhead, always goes out of his way to make our dining experience a memorable one. We had a very silly discussion about one of the specials, Beef Stroganoff, which seemed to be a perfect bit of comfort food after having some questionable Mexican interpretations of American cuisine. I ordered it after Ryan explained how he enjoyed the dish but always got strange looks when expressing his love for it in public. After a fantastic and welcome dining experience, we asked for the check.
I love being a regular!