Feb 02, 2014 21:36
We celebrated my dad's birthday today. The brunch buffet is really a challenge to culinary mores and decency. You're faced with possibilities you did not dream of, like "I actually COULD smother my sticky bun in béarnaise sauce, or pour maple syrup on my pommes rösti...". It is a Babylon of food! With empty eyes and scrambled egg-smeared cheeks we realize that this cornucopia is a downward spiral into laissez-faire gluttony and heartburn.
People bring their kids to such a bowling alley brunch buffet. It's full of stuff for them to do, and the hard working staff are prepared for a bit of mess. I like kids, but they often bring out the worst in their parents. One dude told his fussy kid to be a big boy. Listen buddy, between the dungarees, the pacifier and the high chair you put him in, I don't think you're dealing with a big boy yet.
After brunch my dad trounced everyone at bowling.
family,
food,
siliness