Friday, 07 November 2003, 1730
And here I thought I was compulsive! While eating dinner last night at Cracker Barrel, I could not help but watch this man who was sitting several tables away. He was average in height and build, probably around 45-50 years of age, Caucasian and had a shaved or bald head.
The first unusual thing I noted about this man was the fact that for a period of several minutes, I was absolutely convinced he had fallen asleep right there at the table. He was sitting alone, holding his head up with his hand and arm, eyes closed. I kept looking over to see if he had just closed them for a second or not.
When his food arrived I noticed a few more things that got my attention. First, it appeared he had ordered the same meal as I had, the new special Homestyle Chicken dinner: two plump, hand-breaded boneless chicken breasts fried to a golden brown and served with your choice of three country vegetables, plus biscuits or corn muffins. I had ordered mine as pictured with mashed potatoes and gravy, green beans and baby carrots. It was a damn good meal I am looking forward to having again soon.
Unlike the picture, my dinner came with all the sides included on the main plate. Sometimes they will put a vegetable that has liquid, like corn, in a separate dish, but for the most part they are all grouped on one nice large plate. This guy specifically ordered everything be in a separate dish. The waitress placed all of the items (five dishes in all) on the table and left. He proceeded to order the dishes in a manner I could not quite discern from my distance. There was a very specific and intentional order, though.
Once his arrangement was complete, he went into consumption mode eating one item at a time until completion before moving on to the next item – vegetables first, then potatoes and finally the meat. I left before I got to see what he did with the biscuits.
I enjoy seeing people do things like this because they remind me that as compulsive as I can be at times, there are always people that probably should be taking medication for it.
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…And how much is Cracker Barrel paying you for this endorsement deal?
Nothing, I just enjoyed my dinner that much.
…and you made me want to eat there.
cracker-ass-cracker barrel is the devil
It didn't feel so devilish when I was having a yummy breakfast this morning…
…and then, on Tuesday, I ate there all by myself. You have inspired me, David.
does this make me the only white male to never have eaten at the cracker-ass-cracker barrel?
The answer would be …yes!
How long have you lived in Tallahassee, Matt?
um, 22 1/2 years? :-)
Yeah, I know? there's a lot of things I should have done by now but haven't. You wouldn't believe the movies I haven't seen (Scarface, Animal House, etc)
well it's time you've begun, isn't it?
Yeah, I got Boondock Saints and Donnie Darko and a Dirty Harry movie out of the way, and Se7en and Scarface are next on the list.
Why didn't you watch Se7en or Scarface before Boondock Saints?
Jesus Christ man, you saw that shit before you saw Se7en or Scarface? Are you fucked up or what, man?
…guests are mean :-(
lol
nah, it was kind of random in the order I was watching them. I just saw them on the shelf and thought, "I've been meaning to see that"
I got back about an hour ago from enjoying the chicken dinner that was the original cause for this thread.
The "guest" was me being a smart ass. I was intoxicated and thought I was logged in. Oops. :-)
LOL!
Mmmm? I finished the rest of my chicken dinner I had the other evening. Even under the scrutiny of the microwave oven, this meal rocks. Not to mention it is not very expensive either only being like $8 or so. Even more cost effective is the fact I cannot possibly finish the entire meal so it is a built in second-night's dinner. Oh, and my cat enjoyed some chicken bits as well. ;-)