The special

Because Aunt Mae is such an incredible cook, we almost always have dinner at her house when visiting, but last night, due to some unfortunate circumstances, we ended up at a local Eat & Park for dinner. Fortunately, Aunt Mae is the kind of person around whom you just can’t help but smile and laugh, no matter what the circumstances.

When we were being seated, on the table next to ours was this sign. That brought on a few laughs, and lightened the mood.

When the time came to order, Lor had decided on the cheese-steak. “The regular or the special?” asked the waitress. Lor asked what the difference is, and the waitress answered that the regular comes with american cheese, and the special comes with Cheez Whiz.

In my mind, it’s debatable that american cheese qualifies as cheese, but I’ve always thought of it as at least being a closer approximation to real cheese than Cheez Whiz. I almost laughed out loud at the thought of Cheez Whiz as an upgrade to american cheese.

After the waitress walked away, we all laughed out loud for a bit. When the waitress came back, Lor ordered the special.