as long as i'm alive, nostalgia will continue to kick my ass!
so tonight, my parents inform me that we are going out to dinner...and ya know what? that's just fine with me. i'm always down for a good meal at a restaurant. they originally propose chinese food, and we drive to where this place is, but it ends up looking like a strictly take out place, and i was like "let's go somewhere else." so we did. my parents begin thinking, and they like this place called folks!! what the hell is that, you might ask? well, apparently it's this "southern cooking" kinda place, and before we even get out of the car i knew that i was going to dread it.
they had something on the menu called "chicken fried chicken". what the fuck is that shit. i mean, is it chicken being fried by another chicken, or chicken being fried in the excramentory juices of itself?! there were lots of "southern" things like this on the menu, so i settled for cheese sticks. those are all-american, and i knew i could tolerate 'em. it was just the fact that my parents liked this place that got to me. and don't get me wrong, i love them both to death, but the fact that they are liking a "southern cooking" restaurant. i mean, come on guys! have you forgotten where we're from?! what about new york style bagels, and i a nice NY-Strip steak?! no no no, we want okra and chicken-fried-chicken tonight. i kinda wanted to cry a little bit.
i am turning southern.
and i dont like it.
pArk the cAr in hArvard yArd! (in the most syracuse accent i can muster).
love nick