Granted in such a small town, the conceivable choices for chow time isn't all that appealing. This ain't cosmopolitan New York with an exciting new bodega opening up down the block every other week. We'd be lucky if that even happened once every six months over here. In fact take another walk around the block and you'd probably find that lovely new eatery closing up for good before you'd even bothered to come around a second time!
So yes, the choices are sadly limited. There's a very short list of usual suspects with acceptable dining options that we frequent; made even shorter due to the finicky appetites of some of my friends. Worse than the proverbial Goldilocks I swear. Even so, with certain establishments taking the day off once a week, there's bound to be a repeat every once in a while.
Much to the everlasting horror of some of my... more persnickety friends. For some obscure reason, repeats are quite the anathema to them!
Paul : How about we go for burgers at Pop's?
Friend : We just went there three days ago.
Paul : And so?
Friend : We can't go again.
Paul : Like ever?
Friend : Maybe next week.
Paul : If you went again, your social rating would fall?
Friend : Maybe we go to Mama's?
Paul : But we were there last year. Is that alright?
Friend : Should be.
Who knows. Possibly.
Even ordering an entirely different menu isn't quite acceptable.
No they aren't hip social media influencers trying to increase their online relevance. Hell, these staid creatures barely have a Facebook presence.
Seriously I cannot fathom this despite deliberately shoving my feet into their shoes multiple times. I don't see how dining at the same place twice in a week would possibly dangerously undermine their entire sense of self, life, humanity etc. Would their querulous stomachs rail against such repeated ignominy and call out a hunger strike? Would their oh-so-fussy mitochondrias protest by shutting down energy production due to the repeated source of nutrients?
Obviously I have no comprehension so help me out here, guys.
Me, I order the exact same dish with the same drinks at the same spot at the same kopitiam every single day. Usual servers gotten used to the Paul Special, I don't even make orders anymore but just take my seat expecting the same to arrive. Somehow that hasn't left me feeling at all disconsolate. Or feeling like my life isn't worth living.
So yes, the choices are sadly limited. There's a very short list of usual suspects with acceptable dining options that we frequent; made even shorter due to the finicky appetites of some of my friends. Worse than the proverbial Goldilocks I swear. Even so, with certain establishments taking the day off once a week, there's bound to be a repeat every once in a while.
Much to the everlasting horror of some of my... more persnickety friends. For some obscure reason, repeats are quite the anathema to them!
Paul : How about we go for burgers at Pop's?
Friend : We just went there three days ago.
Paul : And so?
Friend : We can't go again.
Paul : Like ever?
Friend : Maybe next week.
Paul : If you went again, your social rating would fall?
Friend : Maybe we go to Mama's?
Paul : But we were there last year. Is that alright?
Friend : Should be.
Who knows. Possibly.
Even ordering an entirely different menu isn't quite acceptable.
No they aren't hip social media influencers trying to increase their online relevance. Hell, these staid creatures barely have a Facebook presence.
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| Friend : Wait. I can't go there. Paul : Why? Friend : I went there last month! Paul : OMG A repeat! That's like gonna kill you? |
Seriously I cannot fathom this despite deliberately shoving my feet into their shoes multiple times. I don't see how dining at the same place twice in a week would possibly dangerously undermine their entire sense of self, life, humanity etc. Would their querulous stomachs rail against such repeated ignominy and call out a hunger strike? Would their oh-so-fussy mitochondrias protest by shutting down energy production due to the repeated source of nutrients?
Obviously I have no comprehension so help me out here, guys.
Me, I order the exact same dish with the same drinks at the same spot at the same kopitiam every single day. Usual servers gotten used to the Paul Special, I don't even make orders anymore but just take my seat expecting the same to arrive. Somehow that hasn't left me feeling at all disconsolate. Or feeling like my life isn't worth living.
1 comment:
Being able to eat the same thing at the same place regularly is one of life's great pleasures.
Keep the same restaurant - just rotate your friends.
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