A phrase my father uses, a lot, in connection with me is “you’d start a row in an empty house”. Lately it seems that I require slightly more people, tables ,drink and a kitchen but ,alas, the propensity to argue is still there. I prefer not to complain at the point of service ,unless it’s something that could be easily rectified at the time, because it really bugs the wife. Either I don’t go far enough ,or more likely I am not exactly pleasant when I start complaining. Try serving my kid shitty food you will get shitty attitude. Once an eatery gets comfortable with being able to send out undercooked, salty,incorrect or hazardous food it’s too late to take it up with the onsite management that allow these things to happen.
Here are two of our most recent outings
The Yard house visit ( I gave away the gift cert)
I don’t enjoy paying for this feeling but it’s nowhere near as the frustration that comes from “ we’re sorry you didn’t like” or “we’re sorry you feel that way” there’s rarely anyone that is sorry that we served you fuzzy food. No harm, no foul. Just our time, our moods and good will.You know nothing of value.
- No more chain meals when we’re in the home town. Breakfast is exempt.
- Buying a new table for the kitchen and a couple of items to make food production easier.
- Using the money saved to eat at better locations less frequently.
A parable from the Principia Discordia follows after the cut that could explain how we let ourselves fall into traps like this.
Narrator: One day Mal-2 asked the messenger spirit Saint Gulik to approach the Goddess and request Her presence for some desperate advice. Shortly afterwards the radio came on by itself, and an ethereal female Voice said
Mal: O! Eris! Blessed Mother of Man! Queen of Chaos! Daughter of Discord! Concubine of Confusion! O! Exquisite Lady, I beseech You to lift a heavy burden from my heart!
Eris: WHAT BOTHERS YOU, MAL? YOU DON’T SOUND WELL.
Mal: I am filled with fear and tormented with terrible visions of pain. Everywhere people are hurting one another, the planet is rampant with injustices, whole societies plunder groups of their own people, mothers imprison sons, children perish while brothers war. O, woe.
Eris: WHAT IS THE MATTER WITH THAT, IF IT IS WHAT YOU WANT TO DO?
Mal: But nobody wants it! Everybody hates it.
Eris: OH. WELL, THEN STOP.
Narrator: At which moment She turned herself into an aspirin commercial and left The Polyfather stranded alone with his species.