Famous Dave's BB-Queer
So I ate at "Famous Dave's BBQ" today with my family. I'm not a vegetarian, but I don't eat meat that much either. The waiter was sort of cute and called me "Buddy." "Do you want more sweet tea, buddy?" The back of his shirt said "sauced." Famous Dave's was depressing because it was filled with obese people and the walls had lots of deer antlers. Each table is provided with a roll of napkins held in place with a lead pipe which attatches to the table. I didn't know how to eat the half-a-chicken carcass in front of me so my dad told me I had to use my hands. I totally didn't want to look like a slob to the waiter, but he kept bringing me more sweet teas just the same. "Would you like another refill, buddy?" If I did get messy it was probably the only thing uniting me with the rest of the patrons of Famous Dave's. Long hair and green paisley shirt, my mom told me I looked like I stepped out of the seventies. "You're like my brother who was cryogenically frozen in the late seventies. So glad they found a cure for that disease you had." Of course, if she DID have a lost brother from the seventies, I'm sure he'd be able to pick up a chicken carcass without sticking his pinkies up.