As a kid I never liked salads. Do all kids feel that way? I think they do. I recall wondering what they contributed to my meal at a restaurant other than something to do while waiting for my steak and subsequent dessert. And even at the nicest restaurants, they consisted of iceberg lettuce, 2 or 3 onion slices (that were quite awkward to eat) a wedge or two of tomato and some stale croutons. Then of course you could order whatever goop you wanted atop the salad. House dressing was something with oil and vinegar and too many dried herbs. Does this sound familiar to anyone else about 1970's salads or did my parents only take to trashy places? Perhaps you shouldn't answer that in fear of me needing some sort of therapy later.