Christmas is in the air. One of the rooms down the hall had a full-sized decked out Christmas tree installed right between the beds. Tinsel and glass ornaments and lights. Honestly, I think it’s a bad idea. I’m not anti-Christmas or anti-consumerism. I just wouldn’t want to roll out of bed and be horribly lacerated by pine needles or throttled by tinsel.
The Grille is no exception. Recently our milkshake flavor of the week was Peppermint, which if, like me, you don’t know, that’s candy cane-flavored. In a nice touch, there were bits of candy cane crushed and sprinkled on top of the whipped cream. It looks very nice on paper and once it’s made. But as soon as I ate one, I realized that it’s not all it’s cracked up to be.
Because the candy cane bits are actual crushed-up candy cane shards. I was sipping on the shake when all of a sudden, a shard jammed up the bottom of the straw. I intensified my efforts until finally, the shard shot up into the roof of my mouth and I sputtered and yelped conspicuously.
I never like candy cane anyway.