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Not My Favourite Food
An anecdote, regarding how one shouldn't have supper, if you please.
Last night, after a long day at Uni and Work, I came home, showered and was picked up by a friend in order to spend time with my, um, posse, I guess.
They'd been meeting the past few weeks to (re-)watch Battle Star Galactica and I'd decided to join them yesterday evening.
As is common when all of us meet up, we all decide to order take out. This time, we ordered from a burger place called Moses. I've been told it's a good place. I wouldn't know as the only things I eat that used to be alive are fish and sea food.
They have a veggiburger, called "Missouri" which on paper looked decent enough, though the only really good veggiburger I ever had was about three years ago from a burger place called Black - they call their veggiburger "Bridget Bardot". I like that.
Any way, the food was ordered.
I'd had no idea the burger I ordered was a "health" sandwich.
Woe was I.
The bun was not a nice fluffy white bread bun, oh no, it was a brown whole wheat (which can be nice, damnit!) bun. When I bit into the burger I couldn't tell the difference between the burger and the bread. They were the same colour and texture. Yes, really. I added some mayo and tomato sauce and took a bit sans bun (it was gross) and while there was a slight improvement, it was still not edible enough.
I grumbled. There was much bitterness.
One of my meat eating friends took a bite and said "I really can't taste any difference between this and the cardboard it came in".
I ate the chips and some of the mashed potatoes that someone else had ordered. There was also chocolate cake, which should have cheered me up, but merely mocked me. Yes, the chocolate mocked me, I kid you not.
I declared "we are no longer ordering from "Moses" or indeed any other burger place when I with you!"
They grumbled, but said "fine".
Thus my rights as a minority prevailed.
We also renamed that burger "Misery".
We are a punny bunch.
Last night, after a long day at Uni and Work, I came home, showered and was picked up by a friend in order to spend time with my, um, posse, I guess.
They'd been meeting the past few weeks to (re-)watch Battle Star Galactica and I'd decided to join them yesterday evening.
As is common when all of us meet up, we all decide to order take out. This time, we ordered from a burger place called Moses. I've been told it's a good place. I wouldn't know as the only things I eat that used to be alive are fish and sea food.
They have a veggiburger, called "Missouri" which on paper looked decent enough, though the only really good veggiburger I ever had was about three years ago from a burger place called Black - they call their veggiburger "Bridget Bardot". I like that.
Any way, the food was ordered.
I'd had no idea the burger I ordered was a "health" sandwich.
Woe was I.
The bun was not a nice fluffy white bread bun, oh no, it was a brown whole wheat (which can be nice, damnit!) bun. When I bit into the burger I couldn't tell the difference between the burger and the bread. They were the same colour and texture. Yes, really. I added some mayo and tomato sauce and took a bit sans bun (it was gross) and while there was a slight improvement, it was still not edible enough.
I grumbled. There was much bitterness.
One of my meat eating friends took a bite and said "I really can't taste any difference between this and the cardboard it came in".
I ate the chips and some of the mashed potatoes that someone else had ordered. There was also chocolate cake, which should have cheered me up, but merely mocked me. Yes, the chocolate mocked me, I kid you not.
I declared "we are no longer ordering from "Moses" or indeed any other burger place when I with you!"
They grumbled, but said "fine".
Thus my rights as a minority prevailed.
We also renamed that burger "Misery".
We are a punny bunch.