Victory Ranch Day
On this day, in the year 2009 a great victory has occurred over the tyranny of the lowest class dip, alleged dressing, ranch.
After a decade long struggle with overweight middle aged women who would make Al Bundy cry, there is no more ranch at my restaurant.
It has been replaced with creamy parmesan.
Mixed signals were soon in the air, however.
We were told that it was “up scale ranch” or “our ranch”
No, it is creamy parmesan.
Ranch is ranch, it doesn’t matter if it comes in a bottle or is an herb mix with buttermilk and mayo, and it is not creamy parm.
A sign soon went up signed by all managers and chefs, it declared the following.
“We are not 86ing Ranch”
“Creamy Parm IS our Ranch”
A bold statement to be sure, something worthy of Orwell.
I asked the chef if this was the same dressing on our Cobb salad.
He replied to the affirmative.
“If this is ranch, then why is it described as creamy parmesan?” I asked.
This doublespeak would not fool me.
I was told to either just serve it instead of ranch or give the “upscale ranch” spiel.
It is not ranch.
The reason I know this is this “ranch” dressing tastes good.
While I will still resent delivering pitchers of this dressing to the mildly retarded sycophants that consume such filth, I will know down in my heart that we do not have ranch dressing.
I had the biggest smile that day and that smile shall live on in my heart every time someone asks for a “bowl” or ranch to defile their dinner with.