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clauclauclaudia
clauclauclaudia
Claudia
Thu, Sep. 19th, 2002 05:59 pm
just now:

I was eating at Bartley's Burger Cottage (best burgers in Boston!) and because the weather's nice, I was at one of the teeny outdoors tables, reading one of my current books. A pedestrian came along and paused standing next to my table. From the body language, I expected that when I looked up it would be someone I recognized, but no, she was just a Christine-Lavin-perky girl in sunglasses who I'd never met before, hovering near my table.

Perky Pedestrian: Excuse me, how do you get in here?
Me: Get in?
PP: Yes, how do you get in here? [she was cheery and friendly, not at all obnoxious]
Me: Um, right under the sign there.
PP: *glances* So to get in I'd go through that door?
Me: [um, maybe she's ineptly asking the far more common question, 'how do I get into Harvard?'] You do mean the burger place, right?
PP: Yeah, how do I get in?
Me: Yeah, right under that sign.

She traipsed through the door and came back out in a minute to sit at another outdoors table, facing toward me. I went back to my book (Fast Food Nation). I glanced up as a waitress came to offer her a menu--she declined; "I just want a small--"; I went back to the book.

Five or ten minutes later I finished my fries, drained my milk, left a tip, got my bags together and headed inside to pay the meal check. As I passed her table...

Perky Patron: Excuse me, can I ask you a question?
Me: Sure.
PP: I didn't make you leave, did I?
Me: *momentary boggle* *glance back at the table I just left* Uh, no--I just finished my meal.
PP: Oh! Okay!
Me: Enjoy your lunch... er, dinner. *remind myself that while I may not have eaten a meal since breakfast, normal people are having dinner at 5:30 pm*

She grinned, I smiled, and I went on my way.

Current Mood: amused amused

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brooding_soul
brooding_soul
All emo from my impeachment
Thu, Sep. 19th, 2002 03:29 pm (UTC)

That is far too funny. I might die laughing.


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kightp
kightp
Jezebel
Thu, Sep. 19th, 2002 04:42 pm (UTC)

Huh. Almost sounds like an (extremely awkward) attempt to pick you up. (-;


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tb
Unfair and Unhelpful
Thu, Sep. 19th, 2002 07:04 pm (UTC)
Fast Food Nation

Have you gotten to the chapter that describes what has to be one of the worst jobs in the world yet? You'll know it when you do... The discussion about the flavorings industry is also fascinating. Considering what they can do there, why does diet food taste so bad?

Not that I was much of a fast food consumer before, but that book has cemented my desire to never eat at McD's et al. again. I'll leave myself an out in the case where I have no other options and it's either eat there or fall over, but that's about it. And it's not so much the food as it is the culture, in many senses of the word.


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surrealestate
surrealestate
Safe, effective, and fun!
Thu, Sep. 19th, 2002 08:16 pm (UTC)
Re: Fast Food Nation

Indeed.. I just finished the book this week and vowed to Derek never to eat at McDonalds again unless there were health issues at stake. It also greatly increased my sympathy toward the parents who are railing against the fast food industry. Those are some tough forces to work against.

I also found the IFF bit very interesting and often comment on it now when I taste or smell something that almost certainly originated with them or one of their peers. I think the reason diet foods don't taste as good is because, as they say, flavor is just one part of taste and they haven't quite figured out how to replicate the added value fat gives to food.

(Aside: One of the participants in the Swiss Alps hike was a recently retired researcher at Proctor & Gamble who had worked on Olestra. Its failure and P&G's subsequent decision to pretty much pull it off the market (and put back a number of the reduced-fat chips they'd replaced with Olestra) was a nightmare for him.)


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miss_chance
miss_chance
Chance
Thu, Sep. 19th, 2002 09:24 pm (UTC)

Don't you know? Mr. Bartley's is Cambridge's *most* exclusive night-spot. It's so exclusive you can't even see the bouncers. They look you over and decide whether or not you can get in with out you ever even knowing it. Ms. Perky was looking for tips on how to get invited in.


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juliansinger
juliansinger
Kate
Thu, Sep. 19th, 2002 11:22 pm (UTC)

Bartley's changed its sign while I wasn't paying attention.


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