Dividends

I remember the day pretty clear, a sunny but cold day, cold even for winter in South Dakota. My wife, Jen and I had just visited my maternal grandmother in Pierre and were headed back to Lincoln in the Pontiac. I was reading some local paper and an article caught my eye. It read something like 'Increase in fertility plans in hopes of millennium babies.' I read on about how there was a rush on Fertility drugs and doctors by couples all wanting to have the first baby on Jan 1, 2000.

Let me add a side note here. I am a pretty rare person. You see most people are born with their brains having everything they need to survive as a baby and as they grow up their brains develop with age. Not me. Ever since I was a kid I have known that I am missing that little part of the brain that tells most people when they should keep their mouth shut. I have numerous times in my life hurled myself into awkward, dangerous, and mostly just unpleasant situations lacking this cerebral function.

This is one of the few examples where something positive happened due to my above listed condition. I looked over at my wife and asked 'do you want to start having kids?' We really hadn't talked about it before. My wife looked at me and said 'Do YOU want to start having kids?' Then I saw her lips curl up, a little at first, then to her full blown Miss America smile, which stuck on her face most of that day. I don't remember how the rest of the conversation went but I felt Jen was most happy with me because I had brought the subject up first. After that we didn't talk about it much, and ten months later my wife gave birth to my son. The day, Dec 30,1999.

Fast forward to Nov 22, 2010. That same son of mine born two days before the new millennium walked out onto the stage of Norris High School auditorium and cranked out one of the finest renditions of Billy Joel's Piano Man. At least the finest I had heard anyway. Paxton said he missed a couple of notes, but it sure didn't sound like it to me and the crowd didn't seem to mind.

It was one of those moments of being a parent which gets seared into the brain. It was the Dividends for all the nasty dirty dippers, the ear infection doctor trips, the missed TV shows to check over homework. I have no illusions over how hard it is to be a parent and know that it's only going to get harder, we haven't even hit driver's licenses, girlfriends or college tuition. But the feeling I felt last night only reinforced the decision made in the south bound Pontiac some where in South Dakota, was the most important, and best decision my wife and I ever made.

-Good Day

I'm trying to imbed the video but can't right now. So here is the website of Paxton's performance.

http://qik.com/video/19867726

Top ten Halloween Movies-

10-Warning Sign- Yes, our government does stuff like this.

9-Night of the Living Dead- The one from 1968.

8-Cujo-He's really a good dog, he won't bite.

7-Misery-Read the book first.

6-Texas Chainsaw Massacre-the one with R. Lee Ermey

5-The Exorcist-Because, really, it has to be in the top 10.

4-Dawn of the dead- I'm prepared for this, are you?

3-Children of the Corn-Yes, it is scarier if you live next to a cornfield, and we do.

2-The Shining-No Honey, The mountain vacation in Colorado this winter is a great idea.

1- Pet Cemetery-Watch this one with the lights off.

Good Day

Word

My Top Ten outdated words and phrases

10-Think outside the box- If you use this while talking to me, I will just assume you have nothing original or interesting to talk about and walk away.

9-Not my first rodeo- Unless you are actually a participant in a real rodeo and it is actually not your first one please don't use this. It hurts my ears.

8-At risk kids- Every human being on this planet is at risk of something everyday. If you use this term please just admit 'I am vague and can't help myself'.

7-Whatever- I don't know what this means. If you use it to annoy me, it will work.

6-Right on-I will picture you as a dirty hippie in a faded tie dye shirt with Abba playing in the background. And I will not take a chance on you.

5-Go Green-Don't even start with me Ashley.

4-Melting Pot-If you melt enough of anything, you will find gold and you will find crap.

3-Sick, as in 'That is Sick' most commonly used on reruns of American Chopper when 'Awesome' and 'Cool' have been used in excess of the hourly quota.

2-LOL- are you really laughing out loud, or do you just have nothing else to say?

1-'My Bad' -Either apologize or don't apologize, don't be half-ass. And half-ass will be on my next list.

Good Day

Gameday

About nine years ago I was directing traffic at 9th and Q st for the Huskers game, a fan walked by and told me a one line comment which sums up what a Husker Game day is like in Lincoln. In passing he told me 'Tell you what, you people here in Lincoln are the nicest, drunkest people I've ever met.' I just smiled and thought to myself, you got that one right, stranger.

Those of you who aren't up on the geography of the high plains, this is how it works. Zero pro teams in the state, the closest Kansas City Chefs is a good three hour drive, No Major league baseball, no Nascar tracks, we have no mountains to ski on, no ocean to swim or fish in. So we must cling to the one thing that can entertain and bring dollars to the local economy, Husker Football.

I will admit there are some negatives, for example, if you come for a game the place is crowded. It has been crowded since the John F Kennedy administration. There is a real good reason. It's crowded because the Husker players put on one hell of a show. Second negative, in my opinion of course, the food at Memorial Stadium sucks. I don't like Subway sandwiches during a game, Runza's suck and The Fairbury Franks are the little ones that are usually cold by the time I get em, the only place they even sell BBQ at Memorial stadium is outside of the press level most people don't have access to, and after how much it costs, it's really not worth it.

Now I could go on and on about the Huskers and how good they play, and the records, and the noise of the games, but instead I'm gonna steal a line from the tourist board of Jamaica. 'Once you go, you know.' This sleepy farm/college town can bring in a crowd of 85,000, to a town of 250,000. The people here will treat you better than most of your relatives treat you at family gatherings.

If you really want to make it here is some advice;

best parking spot

Indian Center 1100 Military ave, I would tell you how to get her but just plug it into your GPS. $20 to park with port a jons, six blocks north of the stadium.

best bars

Sidetracks

9th to 10th on the south side of O pregame. Don't miss this.

After game;

Anywhere north of J st south of R st 6th to 17th. Don't worry you'll be so drunk by than it wont matter. Just don't piss off the bike cops downtown they have no sense of humor on Gameday.

Go Big Red

Good Day.

I know it was you Fredo, you broke my heart.

loyalty-: the act of being loyal

1 loyal-: unswerving in allegiance: as

a : faithful in allegiance to one's lawful sovereign or governmentb : faithful to a private person to whom fidelity is duec : faithful to a cause, ideal, custom, institution, or product

2

: showing loyalty

I am brand Loyal. Nine years ago I was working on my deck and needed a belt sander, I went to Closeouts Unlimited in Lincoln and saw a Ryobi sander on sale half the price of any other sander. The sander worked fine for a day or two, then in the middle of my project the sander fell off the deck and that was it. Nothing would happen when I squeezed the trigger. I called the factory and drove thirty miles for a factory repair rep, dropped off the sander off and never saw it again. On my way back to Lincoln, I stopped by Home Depot and paid retail price for a Dewalt belt sander, it was in the top three most expensive brands. That sander sits in my basement as I write my current post. I have never gone back to Closeouts Unlimited, and in addition to the sander, I have purchased a Dewalt drill set, Dewalt sawzall, Dewalt Miter saw, and Dewalt Jigsaw.

Also about seven years ago, my wife's car a 96 Pontiac Sunfire started to smoke. It had a little under 100,000 miles on it, with proper maintenance. Knowing I would get nothing by doing it, I sent a complaint email to GM, telling them the vehicle they had sold my wife was smoking like a Kuwaiti oil well. They did not appreciate my metaphor and sent me a message back telling me 'Not our F****** problem' that's not what they wrote, but that's what I got from their message. I wasn't expecting a new car, but all GM would need to tell me was 'Sorry we possibly made a low quality product, but here's a voucher for one thousand dollars off any new General Motor Product.' If Gm had done that I would have a Chevy Tahoe sitting in my garage every night for the last seven years, Instead I have a Dodge Durango which I have been very happy with. How's business by the way General Motors? My next vehicles will be a Ford F150 or F250 and a Honda Civic.

Now I must admit that I still drive my wife's Pontiac Sunfire to work everyday, but only after I had to take off work for a week and swap out engines with help from my mechanic (John Faz aka Dad).

My loyal brands include

Power tools Dewalt

Vehicles Ford maybe Dodge or Honda

TVs Sony

Computers Mac

good day

Room 217

Many years ago a Professor at University of Colorado Boulder submitted a story to his editors about a Man and his son who go on vacation and visit an amusement park. During their visit the park rides come alive and attack the man and his son. The man and his son are forced to use unusual methods to stop the attack. The editors were not impressed with the story and the professor is given the 'no publish' stamp. Frustrated with the rejection the Author decides to leave and heads to Estes Park, Colorado. After arriving in Estes, the Author decides to stay for a while to clear his head. He choses the Stanley Hotel. While attempting to check into the Hotel, the author learns that the tourist season is over and heavy snow is in the forecast. The entire staff of the hotel is shutting down and leaving for the winter. The author makes it clear to the staff that he wants to stay regardless of the weather. The Author is given keys to room 217. No one knows exactly what happens to the Author in room 217 during his stay in the vacant, and rumored haunted, hotel. Shortly after the Author returns to Boulder and writes a book, which was offered to and accepted by the editors this time. The book is a success, it was written by Richard Bachman, a very famous author. Oh, maybe you don't know him by that name, maybe you know him by his birth name, Stephen King, and the book he writes you might know as well 'The Shining.'

My wife and I just celebrated twelve years of marriage as of June 20. We were able to sneak away without the kids, thank you babysitters John and Pam Faz (My Parents Rock!) to the beautiful town of Estes Park, CO. The story above was told to us during a ghost tour of the Stanley Hotel, which is highly recommended if you ever visit Estes Park, Co.

Estes Park and Rocky Mountain National Park are great getaways if you live within six hundred miles, it is also a place I would put on my bucket list. That said, I would have to put Rocky Mountain National Park about number six behind Zion, Yosemite, Grand Canyon, Sequoia, and Yellowstone. Not to put the place down, it was beautiful and full of wildlife, and I have never been to a National Park where I didn't see one piece of trash or litter. At Rocky Mountain National Park, Jen and I went on a 5.5 mile hike and did not see one piece of a wrapper or can, or paper or any litter at all.

If you visit put these on your list-

-Sweet Basilicos- Italian food

-The Stanley Hotel Ghost tour

-Rivers Pointe Spa (Couples Massage)

-Twin Owls steakhouse (steak was ok at best but cheesecake was the best I've ever had)

-Fat Tire beer

-Hike Ouzel Falls Rocky Mountain National Park.

I would put photos up but My Mac and My HTC phone don't get along.

Good Day

eight was better than twelve, but ten is ok.

It seems that some folks down in Austin have their panties in a bunch over the recent departure of the Cornhuskers and Buffaloes from the big 12. Some people have gone so far as to call the Huskers and I'm assuming the Husker Nation disloyal. Well, I tell you what Longhorns, when you throw your weight around like you have the last few years, like the big kid on the block who changes the rules of the game halfway through, don't be surprised when no one wants to play with you.

I must admit that I am sad over losing some traditions, Nebraska vs Oklahoma, Nebraska vs Kansas (the longest streak of football games between any two college teams on the books I think). But I am looking forward to watching the Bugeaters rip the beating heart out of the Hawkeyes then kick around the same beating heart in the dirt for awhile. I also think Nebraska and Michigan have some unfinished business from 1997.

I think this will work. And Longhorns here's a piece of advice, don't go into the PAC Ten telling everyone how deep your pockets are, and how great the state of Texas is, and whining when you have to play baseball at Washington State in April.

And for the love of God it's pronounced Os-burn not Os-born

Good Day

My open apology letter to Omaha South High school

As this will be posted on my blog and people from outside of southeast Nebraska will read this let me first explain what happened. The Nebraska State soccer final game was played this last week. Omaha South, a predominately Hispanic area of Omaha was one side of the game. The other team, an almost all white team, Lincoln East High school, was the opposing side. Lincoln East ended up winning the game, and at the conclusion of the game some of the Lincoln East students from the stands threw green cards onto the field as celebration confetti. Now I must assume, as everyone else, including the media, that the green cards were meant as an insult to the Omaha south Hispanic team, and community at large of the southern area of Omaha, due to the fact some of them and their parents are illegal and legal immigrants of Mexico and South American countries who are required to have 'green card' to work.

Some Lincoln City officials, and school administrators were so outraged they sent letters of apology to the school. There was also a rumor that the Lincoln City council had passed a binding resolution that every resident of the city of Lincoln was to send an apology letter to Omaha South High school (which was found to be untrue) , so even though I don't live in city limits, I work there and have many stakes in the community, here is my letter:

Dear students, staff and friends, relatives of Omaha South High School,

I understand that an incident occurred at the Nebraska State Soccer Final tournament that some may feel was an blatant racism or at least great disrespect towards the Hispanic community. Some students of the Lincoln community insulted you, your family, and extended family. As a family man who is Hispanic, and has roots in the Mexican community, I must tell you this. Get over it. This is not racism. Racism was when people in the south would hang black males based solely on their race. When German nationals would identify their neighbors as Jews only to have rounded them up and sent to Sobibor. And when Japanese Americans were sent to Internment camps during WWII .

Now I am sorry that Mexico is such a beautiful country with unbelievable vacation opportunities, and unreal natural resources, that families must risk arrest, death, and separation to come to the United States, for the sole benefit of eight dollar an hour jobs instead of two dollars an hour. I am also sorry that that the American government has allowed Mexicans and similar brown folks into the country for the simple fact that these Hispanics will cut open cows, shovel black asphalt on a hot interstate, and replace the roof of the house you live in so the overall economy improves.

I hope that you and your families can understand that this was an attempt to piss off your teen age players, as they have pissed us off many times, and this will continue between our teams long after all of us are gone. I don't understand and don't care if you are offended. Tell your team to get thicker skin and welcome to the real world.

Your friend

Ben Faz

P.S. If you are illegal and can cook a decent taco or torta, I will vouch for you. If you are bringing in or transporting drugs in the US please kill yourself now.

You don't know what you don't know

A man walks into a bar and sits down next a very attractive female he's never met. Without any small talk he turns to her and asks 'Would you sleep with me for one million dollars?' She replies with excitement and without thinking 'Yes!' He then says 'OK, will you sleep with me for one hundred dollars?' The woman turns red and throws a drink in the man's face 'how dare you?' The man replies 'We've already established what you are, now we just have to agree on the price.'

Recently a man was arrested for a felony because he received a used dryer at his business in Lincoln, Ne which contained over fifty thousand dollars in jewelry, and he didn't turn over to police, nor did he attempt to identify the owner. On his behalf, he did wait one month for the owner to come forward, and then he pawned the jewelry so he could pay his tax bill on his business. The owner of the jewelry was found to be a little old lady who had a bad memory and forgot where the jewelry was.

I don't happen to agree with a law that legislates morality, I think this guy should get be found not guilty and let go. On the other hand if the victim was my grandma or mom I would be probably have a different position on the issue. Now I would like to think that if I was the person who found fifty thousand dollars in jewelry I would have turned it over, not because it's law but because it's the right thing to do. In any given situation I would like to think I would be the better person and return any lost item of value. But what do you do when find two hundred thousand dollars in the trunk of a vehicle you just bought from a police auction, then google the name on the title and find out he is a convicted drug dealer? Do you turn it in? Does it make a difference if it's two hundred thousand thousand or two million. I want to believe I would turn in the money and be the better person, but at the same time that money would make a great week in Vegas.

Good Day

The thin blue line

Tomorrow I will get to beat on my wife, get drunk, push a Police Officer, yell at a Police Officer, fight with a Police Officer, and no matter what I say or do I get to go sleep in my own bed tomorrow night. OK, It won't be my real wife and it will be apple juice not beer, but they will be real Police Officers and I get to tell them off.

Lincoln Police Department domestic violence practicals begin tomorrow in Air park. A chance for me to take the best and worst scenarios I have seen or been a part of and give a dose to the young officers who are going to hit the street soon. It is actually a fun day, about fifteen veteran officers come up with sometimes easy, sometimes difficult situations, and recruit officers are graded on their performance handling and properly dealing with the parties involved. We get to bring props, they get their real uniforms with real police cars using real dispatchers, and they never get to know what they are dealing with until they knock on that door. The acting isn't the best, the bad guys have to give up easily, and sometimes we have to lob a slow pitch, just so they can knock it out of the park. Let me think what to start with? Mental Health patient who can hear bats all the time, Woman chokes man and has a gun, two roommates fight over a Pimp Juice cup. I don't know what I will start with, but unless some young rook uses unnecessary force against me, It will be a productive, enjoyable day.

Good Day

Earth day 2010

Anyone who has ever talked to me for more than ten minutes knows I am not a liberal. I am about as typical Nebraska conservative as you can get. Guns, religion, labor unions, you name your issue and I am going to side with the right. About the only view I have which may be middle of the road or left leaning is environment. I googled 'earth day 2010' before I started this blog to do some research, and have to agree with all of the steps they suggested;

-clean up your local park

-save energy whenever you can

-turn off lights

-plant a tree

-buy local

-use farmer's markets

After reading these I continued reading, and the website turned into a typical dirty hippie left leaning meat is murder the world is going to end because you drive a F150 instead of a Prius. Nice.

Me and my dad have planted over three hundred trees on my property. I recycle every week everything the local center will take. We buy our beef and pork from local farmers. I heat my house with corn. Yes real feed corn bought from the Coop in Firth, Ne. I drive a car that gets 40 miles to the gallon. I do everything I can to teach my fellas and baby girl to be good stewards of the earth, not because Al Gore says I have to, but because I want my sons and daughter to have beautiful places to take their sons and daughters hunting and fishing. And if you ever want to get pistol whipped, all you have to do is litter in front of me at a state park.

Good Day

Random thoughts on my day off

I need to get some fertilizer on that grass. I need to cut and burn some of that dead wood in the tree line. Call the banker. Nascar race at 11. Take in recycling. Water the new grass. Go over spelling words tonight with the boys. Dentist tomorrow. Pasta for dinner? Turkey hunting next weekend. Balance the checkbook. Call the rock guy. Tell the boys to clean their rooms when they get home. Call Dad. New cell phone, not yet. Wonder if Segur got that package in Afghanistan. Get dressed. Get Abby dressed. Brush Abby's hair. Ponytail, Yep. Garden? Maybe wait another week on that. Check the weather. Get the mail. Stop by the lake and see if the Carp are jumping. Mac and Cheese for lunch? Abby says 'yep'. Take my allergy meds cause I am sneezing. Mushroom hunting? Clean the kitchen. And most important 'get the hell off this computer and get some shit done.'

PEANUTS GET YOUR PEANUTS HEEEAAAA

This last Saturday I had the pleasure of going to a White Sox game with my brother in law, Jacob Cafaro, It was a beautiful Saturday game, the sun was shining, the beer was cold, and if you've never had a SuperComiskey Hot dog, that might be one you could put on your bucket list. The Sox almost pulled it off too, but no, a loss to the Twins 2-1. Jake and I talked about many things during the afternoon but our main topic was work, and future jobs as Jake is going to be looking for a new job this summer. He even asked my advice on going to work for the Federal Government, specifically military. I gave him the pros and cons from my days in the Corps, then we started talking about the possibilities both of us could have done with our lives.
During the day I played a game in my mind I haven't done since I was a kid. I would watch one person while they were working and try to imagine myself as that person and how my day would have gone. I saw my life as a Major League baseball player making millions of dollars living in luxury, I saw myself as a parking lot attendant making ten bucks an hour trying to survive in a very expensive city. I saw myself as the Official Organist of the White Sox getting forty thousand people (most of whom would never dare sing at a Karaoke) to all belt out 'take me out to the ball game.'
Now don't get me wrong I strongly believe I have a good job and a great family. I wouldn't change what I do or who I am. But for one day wouldn't it be cool as hell to just yell 'peanuts' and watch a ball game and get paid.
Good Day

Prey on your fears

I recently have been thinking about the Broadview security commercials, you know the ones where a female is having some guests at her house and nobody knows the one handsome guy, and after everyone leaves the lone handsome guest breaks the back door in and the alarm scares off the would be attacker. Then of course Broadview calls the young females' phone and saves the day from a location three states away by saying he is going to call your local police. Really?


The underlying message I get is if you have a young adult daughter, and you don't buy their security system that she is going to be sexually assaulted. Also If you are a young female living alone you had better buy this system or something really bad is going to happen. Please someone out there tell me I'm reading into this wrong. A real company using the old mafia technique pay us what we want for protection or something bad is going to happen.

Now I am not selling anything, And I don't claim to say that Broadview hasn't ever helped anyone in a time of need. But After eleven years on the overnight shift as a street cop in a city of 230,000 souls I can say that I have never been a part of an investigation or read about an investigation where a home security system has stopped a sexual assault, or caught a burglar, or done anything to help prosecute any criminal or prevent any crime.

In about seventeen years my daughter, Abby, will be close to moving out to somewhere out there, and I promise, she will not have Broadview security. But she will have knowledge of personal responsibility, situational awareness, and she will know how and when to use deadly force assisted by a Remmington 870 Police Magnum Shotgun with two slugs to the body and one to the head. Good Day.

Bristol

Lets hear it... Drive fast and turn left... when do they turn right?..why don't I just tie some toy cars to my ceiling fan? All the badmouthing...all the people that think that southern rednecks are the only fans. A Nascar race is an amazing experience, and I will have to concede the fact that they are not true stock cars anymore and haven't been for a long time. The reason for that is simple. Safety. You cannot take a car from the dealership and have it do 200 miles an hour and expect the driver to be safe. But I also believe that Chevrolet, Ford, Dodge, Toyota and Goodyear have learned some lessons and made adjustments to cars that you and I drive everyday based on and accidents, breakdowns or just plain good 'How 'bout we do this to make it safe, faster or more fuel efficient.' I love Nascar and watch every race I can. And I'm gonna cut this blog short so I can watch Bristol. Its not a sport its a motorsport.

The Marriage Ref

Still watching it as I'm writing about it. It sure beats the hell out of the Frost/Nixon movie on HBO. I don't know if I'm sold on the host. Jerry Seinfeld had some great comments and should have some more airtime than what I saw. Tina Fey was great and threw in some well timed zingers. Eva, I'm still up in the air about her she just seemed too fake and stiff to laugh at. And I'm going to pass on next week's show with Madonna as a Judge. The real life couples all seemed to have a good sense of humor and were presenting real world marriage problems, from flossing in bed to should men always wear their wedding ring. I have been very disappointed in prime time TV the last three to four years but The Marriage Ref may help bring back the Love. Good Day

Mamasitas Restaurant Bennet, Ne

When I first moved to Lincoln, Ne in 1998 after getting out of the Marines, I remember making the mental note that there are no good Mexican restaurants in the whole city, none what so ever. There have been some that have sprouted up since then like DeLeons, Los Margaritas, no others come to mind but I think there may be one or two more. One of my friends, Brian, had suggested Mamasitas which is in the very small village of Bennet, Nebraska which is located about fifteen minutes from southeast Lincoln. If you leave Lincoln eastbound on Hwy 2, take Hwy 43 south towards Bennet and, really, you can't miss it.
Me, my wife and four kids arrived at Mamasitas at about 7:00 pm last Friday night, The place was busy, but we got our seats right away without reservation. We were immediately served chips and salsa. The chips weren't the usual corn tortillas cut to triangles like most wanna-be Mexican apps, but very tasty flour-base fried chips which are better than most places I've been to. The salsa had natural garden taste with deep red tomato chunks and just a little kick. I think this was maybe my third visit here and had to order my usual and the most popular plate, beef enchiladas.
The wait was a little longer than I would have like, however when the warm plate arrived in front of me, I was once again thrilled with the perfect blend of mexican spices in the ground beef rolled into a flour tortilla, covered with gravy and a generous topping of (sharp cheddar?) cheese. The side of Spanish rice was a perfect blend, I declined the sour cream, but did add the guacamole. On a good day I can tackle at least a half dozen of these, but Mamasita's makes theirs just plump enough for me to call it good with their two enchiladas. Top it off with with a couple- maybe three Tecates, Coronas, or Negra Modelos (all three available at Mamasitas) and you have very tasty dinner at a decent price.

pros- Amazing food at a great price

cons- Out of the way unless you live in Southeast Lincoln or close to Bennet.

Good day

Misty's Steakhouse

My two oldest sons Wyatt and Paxton have both been sick the last few weeks, well really not sick, they just have this cough they can't get rid of. Wyatt was coughing especially hard the last couple of days so my duty as a dad was to get him to the doctor today. While in the doctors office I asked Wyatt where he wanted to eat for lunch. I knew he was very hungry as he didn't join us for dinner last night and I didn't see him eating anything this morning. 'Outback Steakhouse' was the number one choice.

I am the last person who would turn down an Outback Steakhouse steak, but I live in southeast Nebraska and feel that there should be an amazing steakhouse on every corner. There is not. After driving by Outback and finding out that it doesn't open until 4pm I suggested Misty's. To my knowledge Misty's started in Lincoln, Nebraska and is one of the last successful Mom and Pop steakhouses around.

Misty's is located in the Havelock area just off of 56th and Cornhusker in the Lincoln city limits. I have eaten here maybe two other times in the past and both times I got really good food but never great food.

Wyatt and I got to Misty's right when it was opening. We were the only ones in the restaurant at first but there were at least five other tables occupied and at least one guy at the bar by the time we left. Wyatt was impressed by the sports stuff hanging on the walls. We walked through the restaurant and bar and he was able to name all of the teams that belong to the helmets but one. I didn't even know who the team was. When we got back to our table my salad was waiting. Side Garden Salad with ranch. Typical iceberg lettuce with carrot slivers and some really crunchy croutons. This was one of the better salads I have been served especially considering the month is February and I live in Nebraska. Wyatt and I both love a little fat on our steak and had ordered the 14oz ribeye with a baked potato (butter only) and toast to be split. Wyatt says 'it was awesome' I would agree that once again the food at Misty's was really good but not great. My biggest problem with my own review is I don't know how I would make the food or service better. I would have to use the same qualification the Supreme court uses when it come to pornography. I don't know exactly how to define it but I know it (a great steak) when I see it. Good Day.