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| - Barbie escaped the dollhouse to serve us our food tonight. Ken was nowhere in sight and her squeaky, chirpy voice asked us if there was anything we wanted.
Well, silverware is awesome.
We got our drinks (albeit the water refills were a little slow on the upswing), and waited some time for the food. The food arrived, but, uh, no silverware. How does one eat hash browns if not with a fork? "Oh!" the waitress shrieked.
The couple behind us babbled loudly in Spanish and ate their food with their silverware while our biscuits, eggs, and hash browns grew cold. Cars passed by. A cop car pulled into the parking lot and a ghetto bird flew overhead. Finally we got some silverware and attempted to dig in. My friend Patty made a face as she bit into her fries. Soggy, soggy, soggy. She slathered Tabasco sauce on them in an attempt to revive them from their soggy slumber. My biscuits and gravy were pretty typical; I wouldn't have expected more from a Denny's. The hash browns could have been more crisp, but they were okay, I guess.
The waitress slammed things on the counter as we left after I paid her 10% for her nonattentive, non-cup filling, non-silverware dispensing service. Classy.
P.S. Patty would like to note that her boyfriend got food poisoning and spent the night puking. Just sayin'.
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