The menu said we were having Waldorf Salad for supper. My table mates and I laughed when the simple salad was served. We agreed that it was NOT a Waldorf Salad.
I wrote on the comment card that is left at the table: "Good Salad, but it was not a Waldorf Salad. A Waldorf Salad has apples, nuts, and raisins."
I happened to be nearby when the cook read the comment card. She confronted me. "That WAS a Waldorf Salad. I watched the salad cook make it."
I said, "It had no nuts or apples in it."
She said, "I saw it made."
I said, "I ate it."
She said, "Wait." She went to the kitchen and brought out a bowl with the left-over salad. She reached in an pulled out a fragment of salad.
"Apple," she said and popped it into my mouth.
"Nut," she said and popped another fragment into my mouth.
I had to change my assertion. "Okay, It was a Waldorf Salad."
But between us, I am not sure the chef at the Waldorf would have recognized it.