Steak-N-Shake ponderings.

My cousin, Chris, and I stopped in at Steak-N-Shake for a bite to eat recently. Chris and I have the same sense of humor, sardonic, often sarcastic, and very Seinfield-ish.

We were waiting for our food when we noticed the paper placemats had some odd slogans.

One had a picture of a milkshake with the caption “That’s Us!” Ok, no problem I get it.
Another was a bottle of hot peppers with the caption “That’s Us, too” Gotcha; they always have a bottle of peppers on the table.
There was a picture of a steakburger. (That’s soo Us.) Self explanatory.
Then... there was the picture of the spatula. (Us! With a handle!)

Chris and I look up and catch each other’s quizzical expression at the same time. He says, “I don’t get it either. If you figure it out let me know.”

Me: Us with a HANDLE? Don’t spatulas usually have handles?
Chris: Last time I checked they did. After all without a handle it’s just a Spu...
Me: It’s not even a ‘spu’. If there’s no handle it’s just a really small cookie sheet, or a metal coaster.
Chris: I bet the first guy to cook a burger thought “you know this would be so much easier if this little square of metal wasn’t burning the crap outta me. I know! I’ll add a handle! Look honey, I just invented a spatula”

At this time we got our chili, and it effectively put a halt to our “WTF” diatribe about spatulas (Us! With a handle!).

Some days are better than others at Steak-N-Shake. Mmmm, I’m happy to say it was a good day that day. The chili was ‘slap ya momma’ good.

Chris: Why do they call this Steak-N-Shake? When I mention it to people the first thing they think of is how good the chili is.
Me: Because Chili-N-Shake sounds like an unpleasant medical condition.

I nearly got sprayed in the face by his half chewed chili as a result of that piece of wit.

I love Chris. We really have to get back into the habit of spending one day a week together. He keeps my sarcasm sharpened and is the other half of the “dynamic duo” as the family refers to us.