Hollow Meatloaf
I hadn't even been drinking much. I had only cut half way through a Cuba Libra at the time.
But the menu came and said, "Hollow Meatloaf."
Hollow Meatloaf?
And I didn't get it. For a moment, I'd forgotten where I was -- in the dining room of our corner saloon, the Swallow at The Hollow, Northern Parkway and York Road, know by most of us as The Hollow.
Still, the wires weren't connecting in my brain.
Hollow Meatloaf?
I thought it meant Lite Fare -- you know, a slice of meatloaf with nothing inside -- an air-filled meatloaf.
My dinner companion pointed out that the meatloaf was named for the establishment.
And, well, duh . . .
And that's my story.
Next time, I will have a couple of drinks before ordering.
