Schooled, 9

Before the Bruins game the other night, my brothers and dad and I ate at the Ruby Room. It was the only place with no wait, and it was right across the street from the Garden. I ordered the Spinach Salad, which, according to the menu from the photograph was supposed to have “Yellow currants, goat cheese, candied walnuts, honey vinaigrette.” Spinach, too, ostensibly. 

Now those are yellow currants...

As you can also see in the photograph, there are no yellow currants. There are, instead, raisins. Not golden raisins. Not regular currants. Raisins.

I like raisins. I have nothing against them. They come from grapes, which I also like. They are a dried fruit: love dried fruit! They’re quick, they’re sweet, they go well with lots of things. They are not, however, yellow currants. 

If you don’t have the thing that’s on the menu, just tell me. I might be fine with it. I might order something else. I just want to be informed. Instead, I gotta ask:

“Ruby Room, how you gonna go to school like that?”