Well crap. That's probably because I've been stuck on the PSU campus for years and haven't ventured across the river for good food. Which restaurant are you at (I've missed out on a lot of good food/restaurant knowledge since I left Urban Farmer)?

Perhaps it's regions or enclaves that hold onto their European roots. If the locals celebrate it, then the cuisine continues to be a mainstay.

Our local German restaurant does not, which is surprising. All of the German restaurants I've been to in Iowa (home state/large German population) had on the menu as a family style dish.

I think it depends on what part of the country you're in. My husband had stewed rabbit at a German restaurant on the Oregon coast a few weeks ago, but trying to find it in Portland is sometimes difficult.

It was probably because management/the owner/the chain wanted to tax it to make the BOH paychecks smaller.

Wait, so they're going to become the new Spencer and Heidi? Hallelujah!

I'm late to the party on this one, but this was how the first restaurant I worked at in Portland operated. It was a chain seafood and sushi buffet. We servers pooled tips, which actually worked out fairly well in this place. After every shift, we gave a set amount to the cashier, 15% to the BOH, and 2% for credit card…

Oh lordy, I don't remember exactly, but I do remember that Mark Sheppard came in for breakfast almost every day and would shoot the shit with us.

Oh the joys of working in the food service industry:

Is that Bruce Campbell? Mark Newnham?

What state are you in? I gave up looking in my metro area and took a teaching job in a smaller city.

Playing in my head right now is George Michael's I'm Never Gonna Dance Again, only change dance to poop.

Whatever, Rebecca. #notallsnakes

I've seen that documentary numerous times. It, along with that documentary about clowns in sewers, reaffirmed my love of clowns.

Any time I'm on I-84 heading into town I hop of at the Lloyd Center just to drive past the Franz building. The other day they were making cinnamon bread. It was heavenly.

But will you be wearing an onion on your belt?

When my maternal grandfather died, I wasn't able to go home for his funeral. His death never seemed real to me, and I think part of that was because he was a very quiet man (he saw a lot of messed up stuff in WWII). I was, however, very close to my maternal grandmother. Her being gone still makes me cry because she…

I agree! Mr MRob and I are originally from Minnesota and Iowa respectively, and we live currently live in Oregon. Every other year we drive home during the summer: Oregon, Idaho, Utah, Wyoming, Nebraska, Iowa, Minnesota, North Dakota (or South Dakota or both), Montana, Idaho, Washington, Oregon. We live in a beautiful…

How about Afternoon Delight a la the Bluth family?!

Never has there been a more appropriate time for this video: