Lunch Is Served

At my office, we spend a lot of time discussing where we should have lunch that day. I've worked in the same place, same office, same location for seven years so I have eaten pretty much everywhere in and around the City but nonetheless, I can rarely think of exactly where I want to go. Luckily, this particular day, my friend Tim is in town for a meeting and calls to see if I want to meet him at the Cheesecake Factory. Of course I do (I mean not only is the Cheesecake Factory yummy but it is in the mall and within walking distance - the trifecta of perfection) and tell him I will be bringing a new girl in the office, Farrah, with me.

Farrah has just transfered in from Chicago and has been disappointed by our City - small and apparently unfriendly compared to Chicago - so I have taken her under my wing and showed her around and introduced her to people. Off we go...

She and I shove through the crowd waiting for tables to find Tim in a nearby booth. After introductions, drink orders and a mouthful of that fabulous brown bread, we al undertake the task of figuring out what to eat. The Cheesecake Factory menu is massive and instead of ordering my usual crab cake sandwich, I'm considering being adventurous. After several minutes the waitress comes to take our order - Tim gets the black and bleu burger, I go with Thai chicken and then it is Farrah's turn....

She's pointing to an item on the menu and with total sincerity asks the waitress, "umm, what's in the B.L.T?". The waitress questioningly looks at Tim and I who are looking at Farrah like she's crazy (asking what's in a BLT is like asking what's in PB&J)..."Well, that would be bacon, lettuce and tomato". Farrah thinks for a minute and says, "Yes, I see that in the description but anything else come on that?" The response, "a little bit of mayo." Tim isn't able to contain his laughter anymore and my shoulders are bobbing up and down as I try to contain my laughter.

Farrah's still going, "Well what about turkey or cheese or something?" Is this girl for real?!?! Wouldn't that be called a turkey sandwich or a club or something? Is she really continuing to ask for a definition of a BLT? (By the way, a good BLT is quite possibly the best sandwich created - I'm just sayin').

The waitress just stares at Farrah in disbelief. Finally Farrah declares, "I will have a BLT with turkey and cheese." The waitress huffs, turns on her heels and Farrah looks at Tim and I and ask why we are laughing. How do you even explain to someone that they're entire line of questioning was nuts.

When the bill comes, we see Farrah has only been charged $5.25 for her "BLT" as opposed to $9.50 for the turkey, cheese and bacon sandwich on the menu. Hmm, maybe Farrah isn't so clueless after all.