"It takes a second to figure out what those smooth pond rocks arriving with your sourdough are for, until you notice the butter mound. Then your server starts scooping big globs of golden butter, smears it across the rocks, and puts down a loaf of sourdough. Everyone gets a personal dairy stone, and the initial confusion turns into a chorus of oohs and ahhs (for about five seconds). The bread itself is dry with tough, reheated edges, but at least you finally found a real-world use for your geology knowledge." - kayla sager riley, aimee rizzo, gabe guarente