The buzzards circling over the restaurant gave me pause, but we went in anyway. I figured we were all in search of the same thing, namely dead meat, so I looked at them as a kind of endorsement. Like seeing a line of semis parked outside.
In a moment of hubris, I ordered a Wretched Excess burger. You know the kind: six inches high and packed with extras. A burger that if you tried to pick up and eat the usual way would dislocate your jaw. "DeGroot," I told my wife. "I've gotta Aunt Pat this thing."
I had two Aunt Pats. One, my favorite, was from Wisconsin and looked like Dennis the Menace's mother. My other Aunt Pat was very much the old school European lady. I once watched in wild surmise as she daintily ate a hamburger with knife and fork. I rolled my eyes at the time, but the architectural burgers of today make a knife and fork the only tools of survival.
In this week's Food for Thought, Nancy Leson and I reminisce about the unusual eating strategies and idiosyncrasies, including our own we have observed and practiced. Please free to contribute your own.
"The world was my oyster but I used the wrong fork." – Oscar Wilde