Friday, September 08, 2006
Go Huskers!
I took some photos with my Treo, so the resolution isn't that great, but it will give you a good idea of what the place was like View Photos
It definitely made Amy and I homesick for the heartland, but it was so comforting to be with a large group of Huskers. The food was great and some were even drinking Red Beer!
We were on the main floor. On game days, the bar sends non Husker fans upstairs (ha!).
Right before the game started, two guys came in wearing UT shirts and were promptly booed.
Then the crowd cheered as we heard the tunnel walk music! It was surreal indeed.
I think I will definitely go back for game days! Go Huskers!
Sunday, August 20, 2006
OK at the corral
I took my parents out to dinner tonight as a belated mother's/father's day present. I asked where they wanted to go. My mother said ''steak.'' Great, I'm back in Nebraska, why not get some Nebraska beef, I thought.
My mouth starts watering for Whiskey Creek, which is not too far away from the house. But my mother mentions a great buffet she knows. I think ''hmm..steak buffet. Well, ok, I'm game.''
That steak buffet ended up being the Golden Corral. My first thought was my parents didn't want to make me spend a lot of money on them, so they chose a cheap steakhouse where the different flavors of soft serve was just as important as the quality of beef. That theory was quickly laid to rest when my mother annnounces how much she liked the steak here.
Now, I'm not a food snob, but I must say the food at GC was less than stellar. I looked around the room and felt sorry for the people who had to eat here. The way people line up to get their steaks cooked by some scurvy looking cook (who looked like a ferris wheel operator) and even the layout of the buffet tables made me realize it wasn't the steaks being corralled, in fact it was the customers.
Moments later, a friend of my father's greeted us at our table. He was a pretty quiet guy and he didn't say much, and he looked rather uncomfortable. His three boys were quietly eating a few feet away from us. I thought to myself, why are you forcing your kids to eat this stuff? As he walked away from our table, my father informed me his wife had died from lung cancer two months ago. I glanced back at their table and they were all quietly eating like before, eating what could have been the best meal they've had in a while, for all I know.
I realized at that moment, sometimes the food is not that important, but what is important are the people you're with. I was lucky to have my parents there with me. My mother cutting into her steak with contentment and my father enjoying the soft serve. And me? Well, my steak was just fine.
Nuge
Back in Nebraska - August 2006
Nuge
Saturday, August 19, 2006
Thursday, August 17, 2006
Flying over the midwest
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