Showing posts with label SLC. Show all posts
Showing posts with label SLC. Show all posts

26 February 2010

Y is for Yuck. Yuck, not yuk.

If you want some of your own, you need to go to Village Inn in SLC. Order the "chicken ranchero."

For this piece of culinary heaven you'll need to go the OakCrest Inn in Spanish Fork, Utah.

This is the, umm, oystershellblahonionburger. It tasted as bad as it looks. Nope. That bun isn't hand formed and fresh. It was smashed and stale. Another masterpiece available at Village Inn, and, it is expensive.

I've wanted to post about Valerie Phillips, food editor of the Deseret News ... her choice of articles for olympic food suggestions are brilliant. The article is called (oh so cleverly) "Gaming for anything: Dishes inspired by Olympic sports." I don't know how she does it. Here is the first recipe description, "Crostini Sleds: These crostini resemble people flying head first down a hill on a tiny sled, as happens in the skeleton event. Let them fly right onto a platter for chowing while watching the games." Mmm-mmm. Let's go chow, a sled.

16 June 2008

W is for Wendy's -- rediculous, again ... a letter for today.


Our experience today at Wendy's was so bad that it was comical. This was our order: 2 kids' meals, both with cheeseburgers, chocolate milks and vanilla frosties. One side salad with low-fat ranch. 2 large waters.

I was told the vanilla frosty machine "was broke." Fine, chocolate is ok. When our order came the kids' meals were missing the cheese burgers, the frosty cups were half full and the dressing was French. Also, the French fries were cold. The toys were DVD games that you have been giving out for about 6 months.

I had to park the car to get the cheese burgers. And then I saw the dressing.

Today I am writing because enough is enough. Whenever we go to Wendy's in SLC (Foothill) the order is screwed up; today it was more than the usual no cheese, no requested pickles or a missing fork for the salad. Once there was no meat in the chili. There used to be an order-taker that was incredibly rude, again almost comical. My children were begging to go there, regrettably I acquiesced.

Utah County Wendy's aren't much better.