High school cafeteria food quality to match the abundant number of waitresses dressed in school girl kilts. My hamburger was tasteless. Likeaphenomena liked her Asian Chicken Salad and the Little K managed to slurp down half her beer and cheddar soup.
Entertainment was provided by the antics in the kitchen. My chair pointed directly into the path of the kitchen entrance and before long I was transfixed by my own personal viewing of Kitchen Confidential. The chef was fortified by a can of Red Bull and an assistant helped himself to fries waiting for pick-up. Perhaps that's why half my portion cup of fries was empty? And who knew that you could wipe out a dirty plate with a serviette and use it again? Sorry, but no. The Little K, who has official kitchen restaurant experience, told me that I should relax and enjoy the exposure to extra germs. A bonus: the night's experience might help me develop new antibodies for the next super-bug to come along.