one down…
March 18, 2005two more papers to go. Bleh. As much as I’m glad to have the one done, it seems a bit anticlimactic with so much other work that still needs to be done. And now I can’t even celebrate my one finished paper by chowing down at my favorite pub. Why? Glad you asked. It goes something like this:
First, it’s not really my favorite pub, but it’s the one closest to our school and you can get the tastiest chicken wings ever there. So, I’ve been there many times this term. And they have root beer on tap most of the time too, which is super-cool. Anyway my friend and I went to go get some of those tasty wings they other day and they were out of them. No tasty chicken wing goodness!! And they’re a bar–how is that possible?! Well, we were still hungry so despite our dissappointment, we got some burgers instead. It wasn’t quite the same, but we weren’t complaining…. until the big old cockroach scuttled across the floor. And really, scuttled isn’t even the right word. Saundered across the floor is more like it. Right out in the open, no fear at all. And just our luck, he was heading straight toward our booth. Now, I’ve I hadn’t been so tired and if I hadn’t been so stunned to see the nasty thing, I would have done the sensible thing and make a big ass deal out of stomping on the nasty bugger, party so I wouldn’t worry about him crawlin gu pmy leg and so people could see that there were cockroaches all over the place. But no, I just sat there. Both of us did. Watched him till we couldn’t see him anymore (because he was under out table!), then came to our senses and left our booth and left the pub.
Now, however, I’m torn about the whole thing. I want to go back to this place. It’s convenient, cheap, and did I mention they have root beer on tap? But there was a damn cockroach in the middle of the place! And where there is one, you know there are others. Besides, the place is run by the university (I think) and it just seems so typical of the cheap bastards to not bother keeping the place clean since it’s just students who go there. Makes me want to not go back on principle. That having been said, our university doesn’t really sustain a very lively food/commercial culture around it, so it’s not like there’s anywhere else I can go for super tasty chicken wings. Then again, maybe the secret ingredient is roach crap.
I wonder how many dead roaches float in the tap root beer keg.
And have you ever analyzed why EXACTLY were these wings so tasty.
MMmmm, insects, source of proteins. Bacterias not included, the biggest part of the biomass is insects. Get used to it.:)
Comment by david — March 18, 2005 @ 6:22 pm
uh, I think every dining/drinking establishment has its cockroach problems… the rest you just may not see.
I remember once a table I was serving at Ed’s… well, a big roach decided to crawl up the wall besides them.
The dad calmly stood up and smacked the thing. They didn’t scream, and they even stayed and finished their dinners. The boss bought the dad a beer.
Comment by kim — March 19, 2005 @ 2:29 am
That roach was revolting. Its brazen meandering through the best lit section of the pub was appalling, but what really creeped me out was that it was an enormous Southern-style roach. I’ve seen a couple roaches in Chicago before, but they were kind of puny and beetle-y looking. This was a 1.25 inch sucker with wings.
It is indeed frightening to contemplate the cleanliness of any establishment run by the University. Their hoity-toity club for professors and wealthy neighborhood people was shut down a few years ago for health code violations. I shudder to think about their upkeep of student facilities….
Nevertheless, I doubt I can stay away from the wings either. There really must be some crack in those tasty things. Guess I’ll just have to strap on my roach-stompin’ boots first.
Comment by celia — March 20, 2005 @ 5:24 pm
Hee hee. I like the idea of roach-stompin’ boots. Will they have a little “no-bugs” logo on the side?
Comment by master — March 20, 2005 @ 9:55 pm