A heavy sign bearing the words “The Tower of Tubers” swings slowly over the dark wooden door which leads into an equally dark hallway. Once inside, visitors are greeted, or rather growled at, by an ancient host who could easily pass for a hobbit or a leprechaun…or a short troll, for that matter.
Grabbing a stack of menus, the waddling goblin deposits the appropriate number atop the scuffed and mostly clean surface of a rustic table. The red vinyl seats of the booth have seen better days, as have the dull cutlery. The astute patrons chuckle at the quote scrawled across the bottom of the menu - “Po-tay-toes! Boil 'em, mash 'em, stick 'em in a stew!” - before looking with a mix of interest and concern at the items listed:
Mashed potatoes
Baked potatoes
Roasted potatoes
Hasselback potatoes
Scalloped potatoes
Fried potatoes
Hashbrown potatoes
Potato latkes
Potato gnocchi
Potato pancakes
Potato casserole
Potato skins
Potato bites
Potato salad
Baked potato soup
Additional Ingredients: shredded beef, grilled chicken, bacon, cheese (cheddar, swiss or blue cheese), onions, garlic, chives, red bell peppers, asparagus, peas, lemon and sour cream.
Sauces: ranch, ketchup, olive oil, bbq
The concern only increases when they make it to the list of beverages:
Drinks: potato milk, purple potato latte, sweet potato smoothie, potato and carrot juice, and vodka
A restaurant solely dedicated to highlighting the merits of the humble potato seems odd at best. Surely it’s some kind of joke meant to bewilder first timers? But then a member of the party notices that the salt and pepper shakers on the table are potato shaped. As is the napkin holder. Further study draws their attention to the fact that all the photos on the wall above the booth feature historic works of art, such as The Mona Lisa, The birth of Venus and The Scream, each featuring potatoes in the place of the iconic focal points.
The guests exchange glances, each contemplating whether or not they should leave. Not wanting to seem like party poopers prevents each from beginning such a discussion. Just as one person finally musters the gumption to say something, a waitress (who was shaped more like a leek than a potato) approaches.
The moment of truth arrives.
“Welcome to the Tower of Tubers. What kind of tater can I get you?”
Oh good heavens. 😆 😐


Nice! Now I want a double baked potato! Pretty funny and, once again, you describe everything so well. My favorite descriptors in this one: The red vinyl seats of the booth have seen better days, as have the dull cutlery.
ReplyDeletePretty impressive menu. Looks to me like you've thought of most every possibility! I wonder what the prices might be if they were on it but then you'd have to decide what time period and diligently research what was the price of potatoes back then? :) Thanks for the post! A fun break from work. Did I mention I want a po-tay-to?