These ribs give me an inferiority complex
It's hard not to feel second-rate at Famous Dave's, the barbecue restaurant on Fourth Street. EVERYBODY there is famous at that "legendary" eatery.
During a recent lunch, my perky waitress introduced herself. "Hi, I'm famous Shelly and I'll be your server today."
"Hi, I'm Wendy, a not-so-famous reporter and I'll be your crestfallen customer today," I wanted to say.
I picked up a business card on my way out, in case I want to do take-out next time. It was the general manager's card -- "Famous James Nille."
Daily Bulletin has a version of a famous Dave, who blogged about the restaurant last summer. You can read it here.
During a recent lunch, my perky waitress introduced herself. "Hi, I'm famous Shelly and I'll be your server today."
"Hi, I'm Wendy, a not-so-famous reporter and I'll be your crestfallen customer today," I wanted to say.
I picked up a business card on my way out, in case I want to do take-out next time. It was the general manager's card -- "Famous James Nille."
Daily Bulletin has a version of a famous Dave, who blogged about the restaurant last summer. You can read it here.
Famous Dave's has the most friendly staff in ALL the I.E. plus a very deverse menu. If you need catering or office parties...ask for Famous Chris. I am just a loyal customer and not a shill for them...Wendy should know who I am just in case you question my enthusiasm.