This entry was posted on 12/17/2005 3:36 PM and is filed under uncategorized.
So we tried a new eatery this evening. Ok, new to us. Not new to everyone else since it's a chain restaurant found in every city of any size in America. I won't tell you the name but it rhymes with Tuby Ruesday's. (Yes, I know. The gag is hardly original. I am nothing if not derivative)
We found the food 'uninspired' and 'pedestrian'. We actually used those words. Now, I know what some of you are thinking. What the hell were we expecting, right? Ok, so let me clarify. We all know that chain restaurants are hardly bastions of great cuisine, but you can usually get a decent meal for a good price and come away happy. This is not the case at Tuby's. We got a so-so meal for an inflated price and came away unimpressed.
The service was ok, mostly because the waitress was so nice while she kept fucking up our drink orders (I ordered sweet tea, he ordered unsweet tea. How fucking complicated is that?). But she was a sweet girl and this was hardly the Russian Tea Room and again, what did we expect?
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Note to the plus sized girl sitting across from us: There are two people in the world who look good in a black cowl necked sweater that hits at the waist. You are not one of them. I am not one of them. The difference between you and I is that I know it.
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Note to the gentleman seated by the door: Leather baseball caps are out. I don't mean in an 'out of the closet' way, I mean OUT. Never wear it again. Seriously. Also, why in God's name would you let them seat you by the door where your date can catch every draft when someone opens the door? Don't you know it's cold and flu season?
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Conversation between Pookie and I as we're in the car, leaving:
Me: Honey, let me out of this car to whip that boy's ass. (Trust me, his ass needed whipping. I just couldn't figure out how to tell y'all why in a cohesive, interesting and amusing manner. I tried.)
Him: Hey,the car is stopped. Go ahead.
Me: You're not supposed to let me!
Him: Why not? He needs his ass whipped and I think you can do it.
Me: THAT'S why you're not supposed to let me!
Apparently he will let me commit felony assault simply because it's deserved and I'm capable. Well, this is Texas, where the 'he needed killing' defense is still considered reasonable.
Fear not, fair readers, I didn't whip anybody's ass this evening. Yet.