Fine Dining, New Hampshire Style

We ate in the "Thunderbird Lounge" in the Indian Head resort.  It was lunch time, and we were starving (no candy bag?  Seriously?  What were we thinking?)  There was a tour group in one part of the dining room, but the lady you see behind Lizzie and the fabulous Kinko's-made menu, and her friend did not want to sit with the rest of the group.  They were deeply unpleasant, and very rude to our waitress, Bambi.  Yes, like the deer.  At one point, one of the women went to the bathroom, and her friend took her lunch plate and clutched it next to her as if someone (say, Lizzie or I) would run over and eat the unguarded meal.  (GAME ON.)  Our delicious diet cokes were served in the finest plastic cups available, and the food, well, Lizzie and I made rookie mistakes. 

A few years ago, my friends Lisa, Lauren and I went to Friday's, because Lisa had a gift certificate, and we decided it was time to eat three courses of Friday's food, because we are chain-restaurant dare devils.  Lisa got the Chicken Bruschetta, and it was absolutely foul fowl.  She reported this back to her husband (who had given her the gift certificate) who said, sternly, "What business do you have getting Chicken Bruschetta at Fridays!!  You get chicken fingers, or something that comes out of the Fry-o-later!"  Well, dear readers, we should've followed this advice at the Thunderbird Lounge, but instead, I got the vegetable hummus wrap, and Lizzie the veggie burger.  As you can see from the photo, the veggies in the wrap were not at their, er, freshest, and the stems were still in the tomatoes.  There was also an eyelash on one of my cucumbers.  For some reason that is grosser than from-the-head hair. (But not grosser than chest hair, like the one the cook I worked with at Friendly's dropped into my customer's tartar sauce one time.  He had a hole in his shirt.)  Let's not play like you were closely inspecting those avacados, Chef Merle Richards, because they were rotten.  Lizzie's veggie burger was a sad little hockey puck.  So everything had to be drowned in ketchup.

Thus sated, we went to take photos out back at scenic Shadow lake.