Groaner

I got home from work today, slept an hour and had a hankering for Bahama Breeze. For the uninitiated, they specialize in Caribbean food, but not all of it has jerk sauce.

Rebecca and I aren't much for spicy food, so she ordered black bean soup and chicken quesadillas. I opted for caesar salad and Grilled Bahamian Kebabs.

The appetizers were fine, but when we bit into our main courses, yikes. My tongue felt like it was on fire almost immediately. The kebabs usually are marinated in a sweet sauce and this was not it. Rebecca reported her quesadillas had a bigger kick than usual.

We summoned the waitress and she returned her entrees to the grill. A subsequent investigation revealed pepperjack cheese was responsible for her situation. And somehow, there was cayenne pepper all over my entree! The waitress resubmitted the order and we wound up getting 25 percent deducted from our meal for our troubles.

Before leaving, I thanked the manager for the deduction and said I appreciated her understanding given our John Cougar Mellencamp situation. Before she could furrow her brow and ask for clarification, I explained..."a little ditty about Jack and Cayenne."