Terrible light, good company, bad beer and inspiration…
Sometimes I feel like I’m just a mouth. I just want food. “Hangry” is a funny term. People throw it around loosely. People are amused at my response to food. I remember when I was a child I would writhe around on the vinyl seats in the booth, waiting for the pizza, feeling real pain. As an adult I just end up biting heads off…which does nothing to ease the hunger pangs but…I can’t help it.
I ate a lot of typical food on my last trip to the east coast. I tried the philly cheese steak and I tried blue crabs - they were coming into season. The beer was pretty uninspiring and as I drank it I pretended to be a hipster. It was fun.
The night we celebrated my brother’s Ph.D accomplishment we all stumbled into this Italian restaurant….pretty late and I was pretty hungry…hangry, really.
I ordered the crab cakes and for the babe I ordered spaghetti. I gnawed on some bread to stave off the hanger attack.
The waitress circled us like a shark. ‘You want the white wine? You want the red.’ She was trying to get my mom to decide on something. My mom stared at the menu without a word. Everyone took a deep sigh.
‘I go to the kitchen,’ The waitress said curtly and turned on her heel.
As she passed us the babe peeped up, ‘I need a meatball.’ The waitress paused flipped open her notebook and peered down at him and in a thick Italian accent said, ‘You want a meatball? We can do anything.’
She jotted the words in her book then flew away to the kitchen.
‘We can do anything’ is my new motto.