The Things We Do For Lunch
So, I stop in at a local greasy-spoon ... something I'm trying to do sort-of in the style of baronmind's old Do Something Different DayTM, except I only do it on Loud Shirt Friday. I don't do it every Friday, or I'd probably have to install cholesterol monitors in my heart.
Today, though, I went to Sid's Roadhouse. It's much like Robert's, a place I went to two or three weeks ago, only Sid's also has malts and shakes. Both establishments specialize in burgers fried with onions, which, according to a local man I spoke to a few weeks ago, is El Reno's claim to fame. Not being an onion-lover myself, I thought to avoid these, but I eventually bit the bullet and tried them. And I like them.
I got a half-order of fries (a full order usually takes about 30 minutes to eat by itself, if you can even finish) and a cheeseburger as loaded as I like it (pickles, lettuce, tomatoes, fried onions, bacon, ketchup, mustard, and A-1 sauce), as well as a Dr Pepper float.
About halfway through the fries, I get a text message that I have to respond to. I get up to talk outside where I can be undisturbed, and when I finish the phone call, I come back in to not only find people sitting in my seat, but also that my food had summarily vanished.
The staff, however, was nice enough to - get this - remake EVERYTHING for me. Needless to say, I was impressed. I happily accepted the replacement lunch, but didn't budge an inch through the whole meal, and even gave the serving girls a $5 tip for their trouble.
Everyone gave the poor server grief after she'd removed my food, including the two ladies who had been sitting next to me and joked about having finished my food for me. To show she was a good sport, though, when she cashed me out, she asked, "You are through, right?"
Good meal, though I don't think the local yokel who was making conversation with me particularly cared to know the details about the life cycles of spiders (particularly black widows) and praying mantises (namely that the female in each specific case devours part or all of the body of the male after mating). But, seriously, if someone asks you, "I wonder why there are so many spider webs all over the place?", wouldn't you assume they wanted to know the answer? (The answer, incidentally, is that autumn is the mating season, as well as preparation for hibernation, for spiders. A lot of the webs that are torn down are places where spiders have made nests.)
All-in-all, though, a very good meal, very nice people, and a great excuse to get out and enjoy part of my day.
[Go with the grace of Loud Shirt Friday!]
Today, though, I went to Sid's Roadhouse. It's much like Robert's, a place I went to two or three weeks ago, only Sid's also has malts and shakes. Both establishments specialize in burgers fried with onions, which, according to a local man I spoke to a few weeks ago, is El Reno's claim to fame. Not being an onion-lover myself, I thought to avoid these, but I eventually bit the bullet and tried them. And I like them.
I got a half-order of fries (a full order usually takes about 30 minutes to eat by itself, if you can even finish) and a cheeseburger as loaded as I like it (pickles, lettuce, tomatoes, fried onions, bacon, ketchup, mustard, and A-1 sauce), as well as a Dr Pepper float.
About halfway through the fries, I get a text message that I have to respond to. I get up to talk outside where I can be undisturbed, and when I finish the phone call, I come back in to not only find people sitting in my seat, but also that my food had summarily vanished.
The staff, however, was nice enough to - get this - remake EVERYTHING for me. Needless to say, I was impressed. I happily accepted the replacement lunch, but didn't budge an inch through the whole meal, and even gave the serving girls a $5 tip for their trouble.
Everyone gave the poor server grief after she'd removed my food, including the two ladies who had been sitting next to me and joked about having finished my food for me. To show she was a good sport, though, when she cashed me out, she asked, "You are through, right?"
Good meal, though I don't think the local yokel who was making conversation with me particularly cared to know the details about the life cycles of spiders (particularly black widows) and praying mantises (namely that the female in each specific case devours part or all of the body of the male after mating). But, seriously, if someone asks you, "I wonder why there are so many spider webs all over the place?", wouldn't you assume they wanted to know the answer? (The answer, incidentally, is that autumn is the mating season, as well as preparation for hibernation, for spiders. A lot of the webs that are torn down are places where spiders have made nests.)
All-in-all, though, a very good meal, very nice people, and a great excuse to get out and enjoy part of my day.
[Go with the grace of Loud Shirt Friday!]