...and if anyone says it's their birthday, instead of a birthday song, they get a big loogie in their burger!
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This weekend I drove Kristy to Seattle for a workshop about the business side of art stuff. It was great except I was by myself during the day without a car in a part of Seattle I'm not familiar with. Fortunately I brought my Xbox with me to pass away the time, the part that sucks is, I get hungry.... After about 8 hours of gaming my banana had worn off and I needed some food so I put on my jacket and headed out. The first place I came to was a fancy bar & grill on the waterfront, the cheapest thing on the menu was $12, that's not happening. I carried on past a few more swanky places until I got to a Red Robin, the familiar scent of endless steak fries filled my senses and I decided it was my best bet. I walked in and was greeted by the hostess. "What do you need?" she asks as if I'm lost or possibly homeless. "I'm hungry and you serve food here right?" I respond, slightly perturbed. I'm seated at a booth right next to the entrance with my head up against the balloons they hand out to the kiddies. I promptly switch seats and begin noticing people talking about the loner at the booth with the balloons. After looking around I realize that Red Robin isn't the best place to eat a meal by yourself. I get my food, sit through a couple crappy birthday songs and more uncomfortable glances. I would have told them it was my birthday if I hadn't already ordered a milkshake and a lot of steak fries. To spite them I'm tinkering with the idea of creating a restaurant for loners and recluses.
posted by jeremy 8:49:00 PM
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