P.D.X. wrote:Staff's knowledge of what goes into the food > my knowledge of what goes into the food. Just playing the odds.
Oh, that's different. Telling someone what is in a particular dish is just a presentation of facts, and thus the waiter cannot be held accountable. Asking a waiter what tastes better is what I'm talking about. "How's the veal saltimbocca" is not the same as "what's in the veal saltimbocca."
"What goes into the food" implies more than just ingredients.
Like Heart, Soul, Passion, Creativity, Years of Toil... or do you mean what happens when you piss off the disgruntled kitchen worker....
Pretty much every time we dine out, my wife asks the waiter some questions about the entree or drink she is considering ordering. It is a bit of a pain in the ass for me, but to be fair, she often does glean some very helpful information.
And the unicorns shall come down with them, and the bullocks with the bulls; and their land shall be soaked with blood, and their dust made fat with fatness. - God
Giff wrote:I always like asking the server which dish they'd choose out of two I'm deciding between.
My wife does this routinely. Quality tactic, especially if they tell you why and you can tell if they've actually sampled the food. Some places, you can kind of tell they don't know what they're talking about.
You can lead a horse to fish, but you can't fish out a horse.
I'm imagining a scene in which a couple at dinner asks the waitress for a recommendation, a pleasant exchange follows, then the waitress steps out of the frame to reveal J-Lo staring over from the next table, shaking his head disapprovingly.
Fanniebug wrote:
P.S. rass! Dont write me again, dude! You're in ignore list!
Johnny Carwash wrote:I'm imagining a scene in which a couple at dinner asks the waitress for a recommendation, a pleasant exchange follows, then the waitress steps out of the frame to reveal J-Lo staring over from the next table, shaking his head disapprovingly.
Johnny Carwash wrote:I'm imagining a scene in which a couple at dinner asks the waitress for a recommendation, a pleasant exchange follows, then the waitress steps out of the frame to reveal J-Lo staring over from the next table, shaking his head disapprovingly.
The nachos at Brick Alley Pub are amazing. You know why? Because they're fucking nachos! They're fucking tortilla chips, covered in fucking chili, and fucking cheese, and fucking sour cream and guacamole. They're like 8,000 calories. It's almost fucking impossible for them not to taste good.
And the unicorns shall come down with them, and the bullocks with the bulls; and their land shall be soaked with blood, and their dust made fat with fatness. - God
It's a rhetorical question, but you ever have one of those weeks?
Thank God for my dog, because otherwise, I'd be crawling into a hole right about now. The bright light is that it's only Wednesday and things will get better.
"beautiful, with an exotic-yet-familiar facial structure and an arresting gaze."
Pruitt wrote:It's a rhetorical question, but you ever have one of those weeks?
Thank God for my dog, because otherwise, I'd be crawling into a hole right about now. The bright light is that it's only Wednesday and things will get better.
On the bright side, you get to work tomorrow while we all have the day off.
...at least you guys have a hockey team playing to its potential...?
(intentionally keeping it light - throwing you some love from just across the lake, P)
Pruitt wrote:It's a rhetorical question, but you ever have one of those weeks?
Thank God for my dog, because otherwise, I'd be crawling into a hole right about now. The bright light is that it's only Wednesday and things will get better.
Pruitt wrote:It's a rhetorical question, but you ever have one of those weeks?
Thank God for my dog, because otherwise, I'd be crawling into a hole right about now. The bright light is that it's only Wednesday and things will get better.
On the bright side, you get to work tomorrow while we all have the day off.
True.
And to be honest - happy to not have to spend the day with my entire family!
I think this malaise started when Peterman through his 2nd pickoff.
"beautiful, with an exotic-yet-familiar facial structure and an arresting gaze."
If you invested a grand into Netflix stock 10 years ago it's worth nearly 52 grand now. I hate reading stuff like that. Makes me feel dumb because it would have been so easy.
mister d wrote:Couldn't have pegged me better.
EnochRoot wrote:I mean, whatever. Johnnie's all hot cuz I ride him.
Seeing the kid from the SC State basketball team collapse today at the NC State game today was pretty terrifying. It reminded me of what happened at my son's soccer practice earlier this year. In both cases, the kid's heart had stopped and he was resuscitated by CPR (and maybe those paddles?).
Apparently the kid at my son's school is OK now, but he has to wear some sort of external device all the time now. I hope the SC kid recovers fully as well, although I assume his college basketball career is over.
Father of the Bride 2 is surprising for a 1995 movie. Steve Martin becomes a father and grandfather within moments of each other. He's 50 and Diane Keaton is 49 when it came out. Take the comedy element out of it, and it's just odd.
mister d wrote:Couldn't have pegged me better.
EnochRoot wrote:I mean, whatever. Johnnie's all hot cuz I ride him.
Johnnie wrote:Father of the Bride 2 is surprising for a 1995 movie. Steve Martin becomes a father and grandfather within moments of each other. He's 50 and Diane Keaton is 49 when it came out. Take the comedy element out of it, and it's just odd.
Well, most women are in menopause at 49, so that's taking some license for Diane Keaton, but the character she plays is likely supposed to be several years younger than that, which would make it more plausible. My wife and I were both 41 when my daughter was born.
And, as for the oddity of becoming a father again at the same time as becoming a grandfather, it isn't that much different than my own situation. My mother was the eldest of seven children, and only 18 when she married my father. Funny thing, in some of their wedding pictures, my mother's mother is holding her 6 month-old son - the youngest of her seven kids. I came along nine months after the wedding, so I have an uncle who is only 15 months older than me.
Huh. How about that. I guess the more correct adjective is "uncommon" then? I have only ever encountered the nephew/uncle being close in age thing once. When I moved to California in the early '90's the son of our neighbors was maybe 12/13 and his uncle was 14/15. It threw me off because I figured they were cousins, but I had to have it explained to me (I was 8) how the uncle could be young.
I think what struck me was Steve Martin being old in 1995 and it's 22 years later and he's still really old. But then again Norman Lear has 6 kids that range from 23 to 70. He's 95.
mister d wrote:Couldn't have pegged me better.
EnochRoot wrote:I mean, whatever. Johnnie's all hot cuz I ride him.
Maybe the best restaurant review, ever. Seriously, if you live here and haven’t been (locations in Roland Park, Annapolis and downtown), your missing out. If you are coming to town anytime soon, have brunch here.
BFJ is the town wizard who runs a magic shop. He also has a golem that he has trained to attack anti-Semites.
Johnnie wrote:Father of the Bride 2 is surprising for a 1995 movie. Steve Martin becomes a father and grandfather within moments of each other. He's 50 and Diane Keaton is 49 when it came out. Take the comedy element out of it, and it's just odd.
I think the "comedy element" was missing from the word go.
"beautiful, with an exotic-yet-familiar facial structure and an arresting gaze."
brian wrote:My father became an uncle before he was born.
My mother was an Aunt at 4 years old. Her brother was 22 and married when she was born.
Wild.
My sister has two nieces who are older than her.
A good friend of mine is 51, and her half-brother is 11. (Her father was 60 and his 3rd wife was in her late 30s when the kid was born). Which means that her 16 & 14 year old daughters have an uncle who is 11.
"beautiful, with an exotic-yet-familiar facial structure and an arresting gaze."