Eat Before You Go

Every Sunday we meet Jerry's relatives for lunch. Jerry, his brother Wally, and I would be just as happy to go to the same place every week, but his sister always wants to move around different restaurants in the county. Every week we rotate through out list of everyone's favorite place.
Today we went to his sister's favorite place, but she often cancels on us, and today she did. I hate the food there so much that I eat before we go then politely pretend to eat something, but mostly just push it around on my plate. The food is so bad that the prices have to be twice as high as anywhere else or they would go out of business. A few people still eat there because although the food is bad, there is lots of it.
I'm not sure how they stay in business. They pile the plate so high with french fries that they spill off the side. That is the credo they built their reputation on: fill 'em up on fries. Fries are cheap, and with a heaping plate, the owners pretend a ham sandwich is worth ten dollars (or more). Not everyone falls for this.
I'm pretty sure most customers have caught on. The place was practically empty today, but that isn't how I figured out their business is in trouble. The bleu cheese dressing that was served with my salad was fermenting. I don't know how old salad dressing has to be before it ferments because I have never seen it happen before.
The restaurant will remain on our list, food poisoning or not. It must be a good restaurant or they couldn't charge that much for the food.
Nancy Sherer