Meaty Mistake

On my birthday a few weeks ago, Aimee's family took me out to Robin's Wood Fire BBQ and Grill in Pasadena.  They know that I like meat and that I especially like barbecued meat.  We had been there once before, and the first time we ordered their family meal whose name escapes me, something to do with a garbage pail since it's served on a garbage can lid.  There was a fair amount of food.  Aimee, on the other hand, ordered chicken and waffles the first time, and her chicken portion was pathetically small.  So I got it in my head that the portion sizes were only average to small with relatively high prices.

On my birthday, we all ordered separately.  Aimee's parents wanted beef ribs, Aimee wanted a hamburger, and I wanted baby back ribs.  Given my aforementioned mindset, I ordered a full rack of ribs.  When they came, I found myself with a monstrous amount of meat in front of me--fourteen or so super-meaty pork ribs. In addition, my meal came with cole slaw, baked beans, and a blueberry muffin (the best ever).  Apparently Aimee's parents hadn't heard me order, or they would have stopped me from getting the full rack. I find it strange how the range of portion sizes can differ so much at one restaurant, but suffice to say that I made a mistake in basing my conclusion on one previous event.  The sign pictured above was at our table, reassuring me that I could take my leftovers home and make up for my ill-advised choice the next day.