6.18.2005

Franco-American: A Gourmet Treat

Kevin and I went out to dinner for his birthday. We chose an upscale, but not-too posh Italian place in town. (Nothing in our mountain town is too posh, so the chi-chi factor is all relative.) We were saddled with a waiter who must have been the boss' son or grandson. Nice enough kid, but a couple seated 15 minutes after us left 30 minutes before we were finished. Things move at a slightly slower pace up here in Mayberry. Anyway, an older couple was seated at the table next to us. The woman must have asked our Anakin Skywalker-look alike waiter to describe a particular pasta dish on the menu. Out of the blue I hear:

Waiter: "Do you like Spaghettios?"

Diner: [long pause] "Sure. I suppose."

Waiter: [cute, but very empty smile] "Great. Then you'll love this. It tastes just like Spaghettios. I really like it."


A tin can filled with saucy goodness!

Hmmm...brings to mind visions of those flacid noodle o's floating in the neon-orange colored ketchup sauce. Now that's quality dining. Maybe young Anakin needs to stick to jedi mind tricks.

2 comments:

fin said...

with his salary, he's probably living off tinned pasta

Bob Hitt said...

+1!