Cynicallous

A light, airy, effervescent, blog of grave consequence. (NOT!) Dedicated to those of us who must respond to negative stimuli by Chernobyling (entombing in concrete) our innermost thoughts.

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Location: Slaughter, Louisiana, United States

A semi-gruntled corporate reliability engineer trying to make ends meet while keeping my wife happy, and myself out of the asylum.

Tuesday, March 15, 2011

Cooks, Sous Chefs, Culinarians, Rend Me Your Tails!

OK, so the title is pushing it. But, (and I believe this is a sign of my increasing curmudgeonliness as I approach 40), when I order a dish that contains shrimp, even if said dish is heavily sauced, like a scampi, or barbeque, WHY DO YOU SENSELESS HALF-WITS DEIGN TO LEAVE THE BLOODY TAIL SHELLS FIRMLY IN PLACE?!!!!!

IF I WANTED TO GET MY FINGERS WET DURING DINNER, I'D'VE BROUGHT A DATE!!!

STOP IT!! IF THE DISH HAS SAUCE, TAIL SHELLS ARE LOST!!

Seriously people, if you're going to insist that I get sloppy at a nice restaurant, at least you could leave me a wetnap for later.

5 Comments:

Anonymous Sweet Pea said...

Don't even know how to explain how hard you made me laugh. Side splitting guffaws? Out of breath and crying? Pains in my side? Perhaps this will do. All of the above.

5:57 PM  
Blogger 2Evil4U said...

You're welcome.

It's happened twice in the last week. At very nice restaurants that you might even consider dressing up a little to attend. One was a 5-star steakhouse in a casino in Gulfport.

I just don't understand why they would think I want to get my fingers in the sauce.

6:59 PM  
Blogger 2Evil4U said...

Oh, and did the Johnny Cochran reference come through?

7:00 PM  
Anonymous Sweet Pea said...

Not sure about Cochran reference unless it was about wet fingers. I thought I had leftnyou this message ?

8:45 PM  
Blogger 2Evil4U said...

Not quite. With the last line, I was shooting for "If the glove don't fit, you must acquit." Guess I'd better keep my day job.

5:22 PM  

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