Each year I suffer a bit of culture shock when I get to camp. Northern Wisconsin is a far cry from Seattle.
I was looking forward to the fried pickles which sound disgusting but taste so fantastic. I got to try Culver's for the first time. Their sign reads "Frozen Custard ButterBurgers" Once you realize they mean frozen custard and ButterBurgers it sounds a bit better. But what the heck is a butterburger? A burger brushed with butter of course! And the frozen custard. Mmmm. Dense, creamy and delicious. My friend Pam was smart. She skipped lunch entirely and went straight to the custard.
The cup reads, "People who have never eaten at Culver's don't know what they're missing. But I do and that makes me sad for them."
There was the Teppanyaki dinner which featured about a pound of butter. Not how they do it Japan I suspect.
One of our dinnermates--I won't name names so as not to embarrass her--nearly jumped under the table the first time our chef created a huge fireball. And then we started talking politics and things got a little more heated. Later Kim and I did a reenactment that you can see on her blog.