Just call me Wayne Rostad

Yah yah, I’m sure y’all are very tired of me talking about work. But let’s be honest: it’s most of what I do these days when I’m not sleeping. So unless you want me to write about my dreams… actually maybe that’s not such a bad idea. They can be very entertaining.

I travel a lot for my job. I would say I average one trip a week right now. That one trip can take me somewhere close, like Vernon or Penticton (about 45-55 minutes away, depending on the driving conditions or traffic) or to the far-away lands of Kamloops (about 2 hours) or even 100 Mile House (4 hours — though I’ve not had to do it yet).

All that’s to say I drive a lot. And I eat out a lot. And I am slowly becoming one of those people who finds little haunts of their own to eat at when in town “on business.”

I try to avoid the fast food joints, splurging (time-wise) on places with good food and reasonably speedy service and

My latest find is Tony Roma’s. This may be a familiar restaurant for some of you, but I’d never heard of it before Monday. So for me, this was a bit of a shot in the dark.

I will be going back. No doubt about it. And there’s one reason why:



And I say that with a bit of guilt, because my mom and dad make the (now) SECOND. BEST. RIBS. OF. ALL. TIME.

I feel bad Mr. Roma has stripped them of their title. But I really don’t know if these ribs can be beat. They are incredible, meaty, juicy, tangy and — as you only realize once you reach rib number 6 of 8 — a bit spicy.

So yah. If you ever spot a Tony Roma’s STOP WHAT YOU ARE DOING AND RUN INSIDE.

Order up their Original Baby Back Ribs.

You WON’T regret it.


2 Responses to “Just call me Wayne Rostad”

  1. Ms. Inuk Says:

    Can I call you Guy Fieri (of Foodnetwork’s Diners, Drive-ins, and Dives)? Those ribs sound good.

    • Jackie S. Quire Says:

      Absolutely you can!
      Tragic story though: I went back today because I was in town…
      And found out they closed their doors ONE DAY AFTER I WAS THERE.
      So now I have this memory of amazing ribs, and no way to recreate the experience.

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