Second weekday at my new lunch spit and I’m already the Four Square mayor. My last visit was on a Friday, and today is a less busy Wednesday at noon, do we will see what difference a crowd makes to the variety and quality of an all you can eat buffet.
The guests this week are seated far away, just outside of my optimal overhearing distance.
One man, wearing white socks and black plastic sandals re-asks about the buffet and the drinks bring free refill, but priced separate. He needs a second confirmation to understand. Do how much will it be? With taxes? I believe his tip will be small.
Two other men arrive with a child and sit behind me. It is clear which one is with the young boy, because he is over the top happy and condescending in his joy if everything. “Chocolate milk?” he says with such excitement, you’d think he was winning some money.
Sandal man and I catch each other’s eyes and smile. It’s funny how gleeful he is pretending to be. I’m not sure the young boy gets it.
I eat 5 slices of the same pizza, which is now gone. The other 4 pizzas on display either have mushrooms, onions, or both. Almost everyone who goes up, seems as disappointed as I am. Some go for the salad or pasta, and some go back to their table. One man starts a whole story of what happens to him when he eats red hot peppers.
The happy man goes for the desert slices and explains to the boy how cool it is to have desert before you’re done. “I can eat in any order from a buffet” he declare in his extra happy, extra loud voice.
Next up, cheese only, so I take one that looks like it has only one or two mushrooms. Maybe I can pick them off. It’s easy to be fooled by a deep dish, but at least I don’t have mushrooms as much as surprise onions, which can upset me for 3 hours if I don’t see it before its in my mouth.
The next three patrons to enter, are a priest, a rabbi and a cowboy. This is of course untrue, but the rest of my blog today is so uneventful that I contemplated turning to fiction in order to hold an audience. The truth is that few blogs are worthy of reading. We write them more for ourselves.
Some days, I am inspired. Today, I am more observational, and little is happening around me.
In conclusion, I end off with some Hawaiian, my less favourite pizza flavor, pay and leave less satisfied than before, but still happy and full. No pasta or dessert pizza today.
I’ll try again soon.
