We were out Saturday morning trying to figure out what to eat when Raine suggested meatballs. We happened to be in the vicinity of I-k-ugh, a place we have no reason to visit at any other time of the year except for the maybe once-a-year cranberry sauce Swedish meatballs.
Their cafeteria is reminiscent of a school canteen minus the flies – thankfully. In spite of that, somehow, it’s always packed which probably explains why they never bothered upgrading the place or the service. Tsk tsk!
Oh did I mention the cafeteria is governed by an old school marm who bosses you around if you so much as step out of line. The coffee line, that is, where the coffee machines are more often out of order than not.
Anyhow seeing as how the store is a tourist attraction for out-of-towners and a playground for kids and extended families, we are wise to avoid the place like the plague. Then too, we’re clearly not cool or yuppy enough to be carting home their stuff by the truckloads.
I mean, they have great designs but their stuff are not built to last and frankly I don’t have the time to keep running out to replace broken cupboards or doors that fall off.
Anyways back to the meatballs. As you might’ve guessed, we got there too early for meatballs. They were still serving breakfast and we didn’t fancy waiting around for lunch to start. At the rate the receipt printer was dinging, it was obvious the weekend crowd was starting to build up.
So we picked on a few bits of breakfast and didn’t even bother refilling our coffee. We had to make a hasty exit before we went deaf from a young boy bringing down the roof with his continuous squealing while his mother just sat there doing nothing! And that wraps up our annual trip to I-k-ugh!
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