Friday, October 28, 2005

Red Lobster

So, the Butcher turns twenty-five on Sunday. It's also all-you-can-eat shrimp time at Red Lobster. Last year, he could eat 140 shrimp over the course of three hours. If you think going to Red Lobster is boring, try sitting in the Red Lobster for three hours as the Butcher and your waitress engage in an epic battle. She's delivering his shrimp as slowly as possible, hoping he'll get bored and go home. He's eating them as quickly as possible, in an effort to bring out the next batch. You're sitting there wondering if the other patrons--some of whom are surely crackheads--might stab you in the neck and put you out of your misery. We have been going to Red Lobster for as long as I can remember. It is, as far as our family is concerned, a fancy restaurant for special occasions. Every birthday of everyone in our family was celebrated at Red Lobster. Each wedding anniversary, end of school, end of probation--all ended up at Red Lobster. For my readers who are not from the U.S. or who have somehow managed to get through life without going to Red Lobster, let me tell you what it's like. Say you live your whole life with only regular 8x10 notebook paper with which to wipe your ass. But let us also say that on special occasions, like your birthday, you were given a roll of paper towel. One day you grow up and, though you cannot afford for three nubile virgins to wipe your ass with their bare hands, you can at least afford toilet paper. We can afford toilet paper, at this point. We're eating at the restaurant equivalent of paper towel. It'll do in a pinch, but why he's choosing it, I just don't know.

6 Comments:

Blogger Yankee T said...

I have never eaten at Red Lobster, and now I know why. But I so loved your description of The Butcher/The Server War Of The Shrimp.

10/28/2005 04:33:00 PM  
Blogger Peggasus said...

We, too, were given our choice of restaurants on our birthdays when young. While my other brothers and I would vacillate between Italian and Mexican joints, the youngest would always choose McDonald's. He dined alone.

Happy B-day to the Butcher, whom, btw, I do not know.
Unless he was that younger guy talking to us at the bowling alley the other night. But I doubt it.

10/28/2005 05:04:00 PM  
Blogger Kat Coble said...

Red Lobster is the ultimate comfort food. You think it's fancy, even though it's drowning in butter and grease and...yum.

Chedder Bay Biscuits anyone?

Happy b'day, Butcher.

10/28/2005 05:19:00 PM  
Anonymous Anonymous said...

Careful. That all you can eat shrimp costs like eleventy eight dollars.

W

10/28/2005 06:07:00 PM  
Blogger Ivy, the Great and Powerful said...

Hmmm... The Butcher, Brittney, my daughter, my youngest son, St. Mark, and myriad others... all born in October. Hmmmm...

Oh, yeah. Valentine's Day, it gets ya every damn time. ;)

10/28/2005 06:56:00 PM  
Anonymous Anonymous said...

I'm born in October too, not that it's important.

And I don't think I know the Butcher. Or if I do, he hasn't told me about that nickname.

W

10/29/2005 02:42:00 PM  

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