So, the whole family is going to our favorite BBQ restaurant, Grandpa Fred’s, and there is a Vegan festival at Pierce College half a mile away. We do a drive-by (this is LA, after all) and skipping the flora we go directly to the fauna. We arrive and Oscar greets us. Oscar, the owner, who also is an amazing karaoke singer (yes, that Grandpa Fred’s where my alternative Roy Orbison comes out on occasion on a Friday night), tells us about the Father’s Day special.
“When is the last time you saw someone on TV after winning the game go, ‘Hi, dad, I love you. So, we are here to honor dads. You can order anything you want from the menu, sides, dessert, and your beverage. Everything is free.”
“I can order the one pound filet?”
“No, I wouldn’t get that, I would order the combination dinner where you can have the filet and another meat.”
(I’m thinking Oscar is sponsored by Merck and this some kind of front for an underground Zocor lounge, but I continue…) “What would you recommend?”
“I don’t really like to do that,” Oscar says, “Everything is so good. But the lamb is extra special.”
So, one pound filet and lamb, it is. Along with corn bread, BBQ beans with sausage, a slice of lemon cheescake pie…and a diet root beer. Can’t have those calories ruining my Father’s Day…
Our friends TC and Heidi and their children are also with us and TC is looking at me like, “This guy is nuts.” But, he quickly orders before Oscar realizes he is insane and he has a short rib, a pound of prime rib, corn bread, sweet potato pie, and, also conscientiously, a diet root. The food comes quickly and we are agog.
A filet the size of a softball mitt and 10 lamb chops come with the sides and the diet root beer. The lamb is the best I have ever eaten. TC wasn’t disappointed with the short rib because it actually looked like it came off of Fred Flintstone’s car, along with his hub cap-sized prime rib. O, and they brought an extra one pound prime rib that they made by mistake so we took its matching hub cap home.
There is so much more to say, but there are leftovers calling my name in the refrigerator. Happy Father’s Day everyone, and Vegans, I love you and tofu, but I come from Viking genetics and and I gave in to my meataholic tendencies. Sorry…
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