There's no such thing as baloney steak

The Farm Manager was reading me the menu at a new place in town that some overly optimistic keeners opened just in time to be repeatedly shut down because you-know-what.

So we can't actually go there, but some day soon, after we all get our boosters or N95s or whatever the magic bullet is gonna be, when you-know-what is vanquished, we'll be first in line.

Because the menu is truly drool-worthy.

Or it was, till we got to the baloney steak.

I must object to that one.

I know baloney, and I know steak.

You can bet they don't call it "baloney steak" to imbue an actual steak with the prestige of a little baloney ambience.

No, it's the other way around!

Then the FM reads the ingredients.

Grilled with cheddar cheese, tomato, corn relish, mustard, and mayo. Choice of sourdough or rye and a side: mac & cheese, dilli potato salad, baked beans, cole slaw, or Caesar salad.

Hmm... that's almost enough to get me to try a baloney sandwich for the first time in fifty years!

BUT DON'T CALL IT STEAK!!!