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So… per usual, I’m pushing the deadline for this newsletter. So I’m just gonna start typing and see where this goes. We have a couple options for today’s random rant. We can talk about how living in Ada County is a status symbol, or Boise steakhouses past & present, or the fact that A1 Steak Sauce has “raisin paste” listed as an ingredient, or how I thought raisin was spelt raison almost my entire life, or how not everyone is meant to be great, or amazing…
I guess we can talk about steak. I’m going to tread very lightly in case those cattle industry people that sued Oprah (which, might I remind you, brought Dr. Phil into our lives) are listening… Our family only ate out on very special occasions growing up. Either my grandparents came into the big city from Burley and paid for dinner, or 3 of the 4 children were at a friend’s house… If my grandparents came to visit, we usually hit up King’s Table, you know, that buffet before JJ North’s that I think is a bike shop now? They had a clown there that we used to make fun of. I’m not sorry about that. Then came the opening of Sizzler. Remember the line to get into that sucker? This is relevant because they had steak. Obviously, only my parents got the steak. What was it—steak, shrimp, Malibu chicken, Texas toast, baked potato, and all you can eat salad bar for like 8.99? OMG, I just found a video you have to watch! It’s like 4 minutes so I’ll let you get to it… grab some tissue, you won’t be sorry.
Sizzler Promotional Commercial 1991
Watch the video, we can talk steak later,
—Heidi
