I'm hungry....
today I went to an outlaw/cowboy themed restaurant for lunch. So it goes without saying that I had to get a hamburger, cause anything else would go against the reasoning behind going to a outlaw/cowboy themed restaurant, but all that has nothing to do with the point of this story. No, I ordered the Outlaw bacon cheese burger, needless to say it was an awful experience, true all American torture on a sesame seed bun piled high with over greased fries. The thing that freaked me out the most is the fact that these grease monsters completely covered the plate even over the massive burger reminding me of a sweaty naked fat man lost in the tall grass lands of Africa. "By what strange twist of fate did he end up there?" I thought myself, "sweet Jesus, where do I pour the ketchup!?...do they want it on the table...no, that'd be foolish, I should use a napkin...wait I should pour it on the fries and eat them with a fork, damn there's no forks!!!". Little did I that my waitress was looking downing down at me like I was some kind of sick joke tell her friend "did I tell you bout the freak who was in here staring at his fries", I can't blame her though, I was probably the high light of her day. Maybe even in that brief period of time that I was there I saved her from a life of desperation, maybe no mater how bad things got in her life she could look back and think about that one moment, when she was young, and something happened that was out of the norm, but I digress. She said " Can I help you sir?". "No." I said way colder than I ever wanted. It took me forty-five minutes to finish the fries during that time I imagined that the owner was an effeminate cowboy devil taunting me with his fries, but for some reason I felt I needed to finish so I kept going no mater how sick I felt, I needed to finish.....the burger was ok. I can't wait to go back!!! ;P
Unknown "Universeman" Adventurous - 16 years, 7 months, 25 days ago