The phone-placed order to the folks at Kream ‘N’ Kone was quite specific.
I’m practically a drill seargant about these things. Polite but firm. I want my order to be right after my dear wife Karen and I drive to a place, pick up our food, return, unwrap, and face the plates.
Besides, we’ve been looking forward to this meal from this cool food stand in Cape Cod for a year. Yes, this is on the Traditions List in our annual pre-tourist-rush June stay at the Happy Cottage.
So I asked for: Two fried shrimp plates, with onion rings and cole slaw. Cocktail sauce only. Cocktail sauce. Don’t bother with the tartar.
Thank you, sir, ten minutes.
Lovely little place, fast, efficient.
I reiterated to the woman at the counter about our love of cocktail sauce. She smiled.
We returned the few miles to the Happy Cottage, and the boxed meals were still hot.
The shrimp were plentiful. Juicy and tasty, breading just right. The onion rings were sweet on the inside and crispy on the out. The cole slaw was a tad sweet and a bit tart all at once. Wonderful, better than the Dinosaur Bar-B-Que back home in Syracuse, and a portion twice as large as they provide to boot.
But, oh, the dipping sauce issue.
We each had one cocktail sauce, a small hand-packed container at that, next to an extremely large pre-portioned Ken’s tartar sauce.
They had not listened to my special request.
Even though I dipped more sparingly than I prefer, I ran out of cocktail sauce two-thirds of the way through my dozen-plus shrimp. How disappointing.
(Thanks to my friend Christy at Dancing Echoes for suggesting this poll when I brought up cocktail vs. tartar in my Chatham post earlier this week.)
And, just to prove that a good time was had in the backyard by Karen, Ellie B aka Dogamous Pyle and I regardless I offer:
Would you have gone back to the restaurant for more cocktail sauce and to issue a complaint? What else might you have ordered at the Kream ‘N’ Cone in the first place? What’s your favorite backyard dinner from a takeout joint, and why?