Bumbleberries

I am writing this post live from Springdale, UT, just outside Zion National Park at the Bumbleberry Inn. God bless unsecured wireless networks. I just had dinner at the Bumbleberry Cafe where I ordered at slice of Bumbleberry Pie (ala mode, of course). So, what is a bumbleberry? I still don't know.

The pie wasn't bad (it wasn't great), but dinner was atrocious. My experience went like this:

Me: "Hi, I'd like a table for one"
Host: "That will be 30 minutes"

(45 minutes to an hour later)

Hostess: "Here is your booth, sir".
Me: "That's not really a booth; it's only half of a booth. Where did the other half of my booth go."
Hostess: "I'm sorry sir, that's all we have."

(15 minutes later, waitress shows up)

Waitress: "What would you like to drink?"
Me: "I'll have a beer please".
Waitress: "I'm sorry but we don't serve alcohol here".
Me: "Whatever, I'm ready to order. I'll have the New York Steak, Medium."
Waitress: "I'm sorry sir, but we are all out of the New York Steak".
Me: "Well, is there anything that you are not out of that you would reccomend?"
Waitress: "The Chicken Enchiladas are pretty good."
Me: "I'm not really sure that I want to order mexican food from a place called the 'Bumbleberry Cafe'. How about the Chicken Cordon Bleu?"
Waitress: "That's pretty good, but if you look more closely at the menu, it's actually just a 'Chicken Cordon', there is no 'Bleu', sir."
Me: "Fine"

15 minutes later the waitress shows up with my dinner. It consists of a grilled chicken breast, a slice of ham bought from the same section of the grocery store as Oscar Mayer bologne, and a piece of swiss cheese. The swiss cheese wasn't bad. The only good thing about dinner is that it left me hungry for what I hope will be a superb Easter Brunch at the Zion Lodge tomorrow morning.