Nebraska's Dinner Salad

Unfortunately we didn’t make it all the way to North Platte yesterday. Instead, we stopped short at Kimball, Nebraska because we were being chased by thunderstorms and we were both exhausted from the night before. This particular Super 8 claimed to have free wireless, but we weren’t able to connect, in fact, we didn’t have any cell phone reception either! Overall, we recommend that you avoid Kimball and this particular Super 8 all together, but it was here that we learned that ordering a salad from a diner in the Midwest is very different from ordering one on the west coast. I was craving vegetables at this point and so Jeremy requested more information on the cryptically titled “dinner salad” when he called to place an order:

Jeremy: Hi, yeah I would like a burger and a BLT.

Staff: Ok, anything else?

Jeremy: Yeah, could you also tell me what’s in your dinner salad?

Staff: *silence*

Jeremy: *silence* uuhhh, well, how big is the salad?

Staff: It’s pretty small

Jeremy: ok. Well if I wanted a big salad, which one would I get?

Staff: The dinner salad

Jeremy: oook

At this point, Jeremy was throwing his hands up at me and we decided just to get the salad. The meal, was to say the least disappointing, but the salad was down right laughable. I included a picture, because words wouldn’t do it justice. Looking back, according to the woman at the restaurant a question like “what’s in your salad” must have sounded pretty stupid. I could imagine her thinking: “Uh, what’s in the salad? Salad! Otherwise we would just call it coleslaw or French fries”.