Is That Like A Really Honest Steak?

Monday night when I got home from the movie, or rather, before I got home, I stopped at the Chinese place across the street to pick up dinner.
I wasn’t quite sure what I wanted, so before I went in I checked out the menu they had posted in the window.
I had a very hard time suppressing my laughter when I saw that one of the beef entrées contained “Frank steak” as an ingredient.
I couldn’t believe that it was actually spelled “Frank” on the menu.
Of course, having actually printed menus up for restaurants at one of my desktop publishing jobs, I know how much of a pain in the ass it can be, particularly when you’re working from copy written by someone who is not a native speaker of the language. You tend to give up on doing things like running spell checks or even reading through it to make sure that it actually makes sense.
So it’s no wonder that things like “Frank steak,” or, our personal favorite at work, from a restaurant we frequent, “shshrimp,” manage to get past the printers.
On the topic of food, today’s crazy Italian chick recipe turned out okay, but wasn’t quite as good as I’d hoped it would be. In terms of appearance it turned out much better than expected, but the flavor was less than spectacular. So it’s definitely not something I’ll be making anytime real…well, ever.
For those of you wondering, my dad continues to do really well. When I talked to him on Father’s Day he said that he didn’t even feel like he'd had an operation. And now his driving restriction is up, so he’s happy about that.
Anyway, that’s definitely going to do it for today. Have a good weekend everybody.