My husband has a recurring worry that sets in between the moment he orders and before his food comes. He fears that his plate will arrive with a meager portion and that he won't get enough to eat. Ever since I told him that Jorg (my boss at the german diner I cooked at when I was younger) would gauge portion size by peering out the little window above the line and checking out the size of the customer--large guys got two pieces of schnitzel, diminuitive ladies one small one--he frets that someone in the kitchen will underestimate his hunger. Across the table I'm often worrying that the portion will be huge and I'm going to eat too much, but I know that many other people share his anxiety. They must, because Keith's Kettle, a restaurant on Highway 10, markets to them.
I think the sign is saying, you're going to get enough to eat here. On the drive from Minneapolis/St. Paul to Two Inlets I've passed Keith hundreds of times, maybe a thousand. His face has become both more reassuring and slightly more alarming over time. It's nice to calm the people and let them know they'll be well-fed, but let's not glamorize it, Keith.
