Last night, Kurt and I went out to dinner tonight because I'm not going to get to see him before Christmas, and so we decided to go somewhere we don't normally go.  Kurt and I tend to eat at one of about ten different places here in town (if that) and you must really understand that San Antonio is FULL of great places to eat.  That's why we're among the fattest cities in the nation.  Seriously.  They had to retrofit the seats on the buses here and everything.  I'm so proud of my city.

Anyway, so we decided that, even though they can be a bit pricey, we'd eat at Canyon Cafe.  There are Canyon Cafes all over Texas, Arizona and some other state that I don't feel like looking up.  I've got to tell you... if you live near one, don't hesitate to tell your friends and neighbors not to eat there.

Yeah.  Dinner went well.

I ordered a special that sounded good: boneless pork chops with veggies and stuff.  One of the things I like(d) about Canyon Cafe is that they always had unique flavor and texture of their food.  I should point out that the pork chop was 14 dollars, and did not include salad or soup or anything.

The alleged pork chop I was served had the texture and taste of old chewing gum.  When I complained about the lack of taste, the waiter said, WITH A STRAIGHT FACE that if I was used to the flavor they have on the menu, I should order off the menu, because the specials are intentially less flavorful.

Um... yeah.  I'm going to just say bullshit to that right there.

The placard on the table didn't say "not-so-specials," or "our food for old people who can no longer taste", it said SPECIAL, and my meal?  Wasn't.

No manager was ever notified, and the waiter authorized a hundred bucks on my card for a fourty dollar meal, which ties up sixty dollars of my money for about a week.

So dinner was fucked.

At least the company was good.