Everyone knows how big of an eater Clint is so it probably comes as no surprise he is picky about where we eat based on how much he can eat for the money and how good said food will taste. Tonight he wanted prime rib and typically he only craves this when there are no good restaurants who serve it. We got lucky tonight and went early to the local Iggy's. The waitress didn't seem too phased when he balked at the tiny 10 ounce offering. Once we worked out just how big he wanted it - can you say 20 ounces? - and just how much that was going to cost us, we enjoyed a fabulous meal. At one point another patron was leaving and I saw him double-take the slab of meat and turn to his wife to say 'now that's a prime rib!' I wish I had my camera to snap a photo!! The irony is he could have eaten double that and I have seen him do it on many occasions. He was still finished before either me or Erin...with big baked potato, veggies, salad and bread, too. Seriously, he should weight 400 lbs but he doesn't and it drives me crazy to watch!
The best part of the evening was the fabulous service from our waitress - very attentive but didn't hover and interupt to ask us if everything was ok and didn't leave us wondering where she was. The measure of a good server in my book is never having to ask for something because they have already anticipated what you want and either offered or brought it to you before you think about it. So, even though my brother 'volunteers' at this same restaurant but so far not on the same nights we have been there, we will always hope to see our new favorite server, Felicia, smiling at us from the edge of our table.
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