The titular gem you see here came from a typo. I was, of course, looking for YouTube, but accidentally typed it in as you see above. There must be many thematic ideas for YouRube.com. One promising idea is a travel blog seen through the eyes of a country bumpkin (“country bumpkin” being the first online definition of “rube” that I found).

On a recent cross-country trip, this charming lady rube and her husband had a layover in Seattle. We had a delicious lunch at Sharp’s Roast House and Microbrewery that we agreed could include some adult beverages. (Microsoft word wants me to change “adult beverages” to “alcohol,” but I’m not doing it.)

Rube experience #1: The waiter brought us a drink menu in the form of a QR code (Wikipedia explains that QR stands for “Quick Response”). We were instructed to enable our camera phones, hold the phones level with the code, and “click the link on your phone.” I didn’t see a link, because I don’t have the app. The waiter kindly brought us a paper menu.

Rube experience #2: For my adult beverage, I considered a tried-and-true choice of a margarita, but settled on the “Skinny Bitch,” a mix of vodka, some sweet stuff, and a battery-powered imitation ice cube that changed colors. I bought the drink for its name, and it was tasty, but the best part was the light show. At the end of the meal I asked the waiter if I was “allowed” to keep the ice cube.

Nice, huh? And yes, I was allowed to keep it.