|That was one of the weirdest conversations . . .
||[Mar. 21st, 2016|05:23 pm]
Phrembah (a potato-like mystery)
. . . I ever had. I told the waitress I wanted the white gravy. When she repeated the order she said, "And you want the brown gravy." I said no I meant the light gravy. To which she said, "Yeah, I got that, brown gravy," to which I replied, "No I want the the lighter gravy," thinking that maybe they didn't call it "white." It is lighter in color than the gravy they call "brown;" I've seen it. Finally she said, "Oh, you mean the white gravy, the chicken gravy?" I said, "Yes I think that's it," but this goes on potatos that come with a pork chop so I'm only guessing that "chicken" gravy is the right stuff. Then she says, "When you said easy gravy, I was sure you meant the brown." No I never said "easy" anything. I'm not real sure how that relates to gravy. I've seen my mom make both and one never seemed significantly easier than the other.
I finally got what I asked for, for all it mattered. I'm not sure that, in a blind taste test, I could tell Dupont Institutional White Gravy No. 9 in the five gallon can from Dow-Corning MIL-STD 781 Gravy, Brown in the 55-gallon drum. Sometimes I order one, sometimes the other. I think the waitress needs to pay a little more attention to the customer's actual spoken words and a little less to the voices in her head.