Chris Walsh (chris_walsh) wrote,
Chris Walsh

One more "almost" thing

I almost had a full meal at the Rheinlander this afternoon.

Most of that meal is in a take-home box in my fridge, because I wound up simply not hungry enough at that time to eat it. My fault: I had too big an early lunch, with the McDonald's quarter pounder, fries and a root beer I'd been craving after my blood donation, and I hadn't burned enough of those calories by the time I reached the Rheinlander at my reserved time.

I hoped the wait from both choosing my meal (I've long been a slow chooser at restaurants) and the time it'd need to cook would be enough for me to reach the hungry stage again, and I was sort of hungry by the time my lentil soup arrived. I ate all that soup; it's good, and it had better be because it's the recipe my family got and adapted for its lentil soup, one of my favorite foods to prepare. It's ugly, but food doesn't have to look good. (I knew that even before starting to watch Survivor back in 2001.) And to be reasonably traditional, at least sorta-kinda, I ordered a turkey dish for my main meal. Okay, that'll be my lunch tomorrow.

Foodus interruptus. I'll just be more careful next time. I should go back to the Rheinlander sooner rather than later with more of an appetite.

The people at the restaurant treated me well. Staffers played fun tunes on accordians: I heard "Do Re Mi," both the original and Homer Simpson's version:
DOUGH, the stuff that buys me beer
RAY, the guy who sells me beer,
ME, the guy who drinks the beer,
FAR, the distance to my beer,
SO, I think I'll have a beer,
LA, la la la la la la beer,
TEA, no thanks, I'm drinking beer,
That will bring us back to...D'OH!
And my waitress, a young woman named Caitrin ("like Caitlin, with an R instead of an L"), was nice and accomodating. Funny, too, in a nice-funny way that doesn't always work, but it worked with her. And when the two older women sitting across from me left, they walked over to me and said they hoped I was having a nice Thanksgiving even without my family. That wound up being a nice gesture.

Oh, by the way, elionwyr, I saw an elegant woman at the restaurant who looked like what you'll likely look like in about two decades. You'll be one elegant elder woman. *nods, then salutes*

P.S. I mentioned over on cleolinda's Thanksgiving Day journal entry what my Thanksgiving plans were. I like the replies that resulted.
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