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| Comments on Saturday 9 February 2002: |
| We just dined out at an expensive restaurant (accidentally, having gone somewhere else and been taken onwards by another person who neglected to mention that this was an expensive restaurant). Those of you who know me perhaps know my feelings about expensive restaurants. "How did you find your meal?" (Other people answer positively while I seethe. Waiter goes away.) "Do you think they'd be offended if I had answered 'very expensive and very small'?" "Yes, and they'd think you a cretin." "Funny. It's cretinous to not enjoy paying excessively for an average product?" "The point is supposed to be one of quality rather than quantity." "Well, if that were the case..." (pause) "But I cook better food than this..." (pause) "It's called Ramen." Cue wife looking horrified at my villainousness. It's moments like that which render posh restaurants almost worthwhile. [05:53] |
| Eperdu |
| Ramen fears Thundercats. |
| Kevan |
| Paying excessively for an excessively good product is alright, though, if someone else is paying, or if I have too much money. It's the atmosphere I hate. |
| Eperdu |
| I find that there's something good about any situation or place. It's what you make of it, really. |
| Goinstadi |
| *wince Eperdu* *wince again* |
| RavenBlack |
| Mm, I agree, Eperdu. For example, the good thing about posh places is that it's much more entertaining to behave like a barbarian in them than it is to behave that way in, say, a McDonalds. |
| Eperdu |
| Why the wincing mr/miss/mrs. Groin Stadium sir/ma'am/madam/miss/missus? |
| Eperdu |
| Mm. Act like a barbarian in McDonalds and they'll prob mistake you for the manager. |
| Nameless |
| try this one: next time someone asks, "how did you find your meal?" Reply: "well, you placed it right in front of me, here on the table, so all I had to do was look down. It was not difficult, really." |
| RavenBlack |
| I assume the nameless person is someone for whom the mouseovers don't work, or they would surely have realised that my humorous response was vastly superior, being both theirs and a free insult to posh food. |
| Tom |
| Ah yes. Not being particularly nameless, but rather pedantic about such matters, I believe the original joke refers to an extremely miserly restaurant, possibly in New York or some such North American city: Q: How did you find your steak sir? A: Well, I just looked under the lettuce, and there it was! It sounds something like a Marx brothers joke, but probably isn't. Vegetarians such as our host could perhaps substitute 'nut roast' in the place of 'steak'. Though that would be a most peculiar thing to do. And if this material has been covered in mouseover, that would be because Mozilla has a habit of cutting off any text that doesn't fit on one line, taking into account screen resolution and so on. |
| Tabbie |
| You'd think that Raven would be used to your villainousness by now. Nay, that she should even expect it. :) |
| Shamu |
| hi... if you don't know me.. then I'd just like to say hi again... oh yes... I too have a loathing for expensive restaurants...well, no, I have a loathing for waiters at expensive restaurants. |