When I was in Omaha recently, I made a terrible faux pas. That means I put my foot in my mouth, which, I discovered, is even worse than putting your finger in your nose. After studying the menu in a four-star steak house for 10 minutes or so ... I ordered salmon.
Now, the closest salmon stream to Nebraska is probably 900 miles and two continents away, while the best corn-fed beef was grazing in the parking lot right outside the restaurant.