Smitten

When in Lloydminster, do as the Lloydminsterians do. What that is I'm not entirely sure, so I'm going to assume it's finishing a work meeting and eating at your hotel's classily named restaurant, 'Smitty's'. 

Now I don't know who Smitty is or was, but as a purveyor of fine cuisine, I knew I'd wake to rue the day I walked past a $15.99 steak on a hotel restaurant menu. Therefore, I threw caution to the wind, and hoped I wouldn't later be throwing up the aforementioned steak, and ordered that bad boy pronto.

Usually, you'd have to pay an extra $2 to get a prawn skewer included with your steak, transforming it into more of a surf and turf type arrangement. Tonight however, the stars aligned (Astra didn't foresee this in my last reading) and as a special, the prawn skewer was included FOR FREE. Watch as I run out to buy a lottery ticket. 

And, back.

The meal soon arrived, and it looked like this: 

Colourful, yes, but edible? Time would soon tell. I'm so glad the prawn skewer was free, as I ate one of the little crustaceans and was immediately turned off by the cold and rubbery texture. Strike one Smitty, but never fear the rig workers still love you.

The steak itself wasn't too bad, minus one mouthful where I bit down on a piece of bone and nearly broke a tooth, and the accompanying corn and sweet potato fries were somewhere between hot and delightfully lukewarm. 

Rock on Smitty, see you next time I'm in Lloydminster, which will hopefully either be never, or when I'm at an age too senile to realise it. xoxo