Scooter2112
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Jake or Elwood Blues?
Did they order dry white toast, 4 whole fried chickens, and a Coke?
Wisdom, right there...Since we are on this tangent, in my book the deciding factor on whether food is good or not is the same as my rule of thumb for wine [beer, cigars, and lots of other shit], is "do you like it?" If the answer is "Yes" it is good. Price plays no role in my methodology.
I have had dried pasta primavera out of a foil pack, on the banks of a river in the Alaskan wilderness and it was better than a filet mignon at the Palm. The best drink I ever had was a glass of Tia Maria (coffee flavored liquor)
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I had with my dad, after we had dragged our canoe though a long bog and over a huge rock formation into a remote beaver pond...and then the skies opened up and pissed on us for 48 hours as we hung out in a dilapidated 150 year old cabin.
You’re my hero of the day today.This thread is making me realize what a Philistine I am!![]()
I'm not sure Philistines would look into water filtration systems.That’s like saying “brand of beer” makes a difference. They start and end by being beer. From best to worst, they are still beer.
A so called great tomato sauce can only be marginally different than Little Caesar’s Crazy Bread sauce.
Unless you’re a corksniffer. And we all know how they get treated around here.
This thread is making me realize what a Philistine I am!![]()
If one has a good enough imagination.Can one truly rape one’s self?
I used to work at an Olive Garden and there were people who believed they were eating fine, Italian cooking. I wanted to take them to the kitchen where it got about as creative as opening a jar of Ragu and microwaving frozen 'entrees'.
Now this, I've got me a gripe. Olive Garden.Wait.... Olive Garden isn’t fine dining?
But they have wine bottles as decoration. And drinks come in a glass with no logo. I thought for sure it was fine dining.
Since we are on this tangent, in my book the deciding factor on whether food is good or not is the same as my rule of thumb for wine [beer, cigars, and lots of other shit], is "do you like it?" If the answer is "Yes" it is good. Price plays no role in my methodology.
I have had dried pasta primavera out of a foil pack, on the banks of a river in the Alaskan wilderness and it was better than a filet mignon at the Palm. The best drink I ever had was a glass of Tia Maria (coffee flavored liquor)
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I had with my dad, after we had dragged our canoe though a long bog and over a huge rock formation into a remote beaver pond...and then the skies opened up and pissed on us for 48 hours as we hung out in a dilapidated 150 year old cabin.
Good Son, this is no time for an experiment in physics..Hold on, let me ask me...
Well, at least somebody knows how to eat.You don’t rinse pasta. Unless you don’t like sauce sticking to it.![]()
Now this, I've got me a gripe. Olive Garden.
I've been there a total of three times, all three different locations. Two in CA, one in Houston, TX.
Never, ever again.
I'm trying to have dinner with family, and in TX, dinner with friends. Both places, we were BLITZKRIEGED with interrupting sales jockeys trying to up our bill with extras. They just blurted their pitch, regardless if we were on a punchline of a joke, a pivot point in a story or any of it. We couldn't even start a conversation without it being destroyed by some jello-haired muppet shoving a bottle of wine in our faces. "Would you like a nice Chianti ? How about a white Zinfandel to go with that salad? " Then literally ten seconds or less later, " Helllllooooo, who's up for some sauteed mushrooms??!!? " They would NOT SHUT UP. They would not stop coming. They would not stop SELLING.
Finally, I had enough. At the last one, I let them have it both barrels. I said to the last hard-sell buttbreath to interrupt us, "I've been to the Olive Garden three times now. Every damn time, we cannot even begin a conversation without your staff butting in to our good time to sell us something we didn't ask for. And you never quit. You don't care that you're stepping on our good time. You just want to pad the bill up with every extra on the menu. Now you will leave us alone and not bother us again, except to bring us the bill for what we ordered, and we want that bill pronto. Then you will not bother us again. Am I clear?"
Contrary to popular belief, I am a really nice and gentle fellow when I'm off the job here on MLP. The nicest guy you'd ever meet. Just ask those here who have met me IRL. But I do have an eccentricity. I will not take crap from people. Not when I'm paying for it. And if something gets ridiculous, I usually have the patience to steel it through. But when something goes way beyond ridiculous into unbelievable territory, I nut-up. I hear a lot of ex-service folks are like that. We are just not geared to tolerate a stupid situation.
I can hear Gordon Ramsay yelling "YOU DONKEY.. GET OUT!" from here..If the fancy places aren’t rinsing it, they must just not do a good job straining it.
I’ve never rinsed pasta. I figured the Italian restaurants cook a boatload of it all at once. Then, when I order my meal, they throw some in a colander, dump some hot water on it, and pretend it’s “fresh”.
I'll vouch for Dave, here.Contrary to popular belief, I am a really nice and gentle fellow when I'm off the job here on MLP. The nicest guy you'd ever meet. Just ask those here who have met me IRL.
Ever been to Baltimore?
Why would I do that?
I'll vouch for Dave, here.
I've sat a few feet away while the man was moderating-- and at such a time as an action needed to be taken.
Dave kind of shrugged, told me what was cookin' on-site when I asked, then calmly explained that he figured to just issue a warning right then.
We wondered aloud to one another why anybody would bother to flagrantly breach subjects that were off-limits, shrugged again, and chalked it up to the sort of stubborn stupidity of the ornery or the connivance of some member who didn't like the thread or the direction the conversation was going in.
So he typed some warning or other up, and in the meantime I was sitting there watching television again. No use watching Dave. He's not visibly excited by any of this shit-- he only raises his voice to laugh his ass off about something. Once in a while he sighs tiredly... but then he just chuckles and shakes his head.
Damn kids...
Five seconds after the warning was issued, he was somewhere else on the site.
Ten minutes later with no further drama ensuing? The incident was already in storage-- not truly a matter of immediacy any more. Kind of like the difference between the memory of a fart and a really fresh and stinky one.
Anybody looking for free crash space in that guy's head is gonna end up homeless.
--R