I dropped in at Dad's on the way back from a last-minute work appointment in Menasha earlier this week. My timing was excellent---they were going to have dinner at Cedar Lodge.
Cedar Lodge does what it does very well. Which is to say, it stuffs you to the gills with red meat and ridiculous extras while it wraps you in cedar-paneled Midwestern warmth. Ordering takes awhile.
Fruit or Fritter?
Lettuce Salad or Cottage Cheese?
Lettuce Salad---House, Ceasar or Bacon Spinach?
French Onion or cold Strawberry soup?
Potato, Rice or Vegetable?
Potato---Baked, Mashed, Hash Browns or American Fries?
Baked Potato---once or twice?
It was the longest conversation I've ever had that started with "I'll have the tuna".