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Edited on Tue Feb-13-07 06:46 PM by NewWaveChick1981
:yoiks: I went to the Stockyard Restaurant here in Nashville last night and stayed out waaaaaaayyyyy too freaking late... I went with a group of conference attendees as the guest of one of the student loan lenders (in fact, the one I just stopped working for at the end of Nov. :P). The food was good, the alcohol flowed freely, and the entertainment was really good. :) It's a good thing I wasn't paying the bill...:rofl: I figured it up, and my portion of the check was about $75 (I had two glasses of wine, a small portion of a crab cake appetizer, a filet mignon, and a baked sweet potato.) There were about 45 people in the group...:yoiks:
Anyway, on the appetizer menu, there was an item listed as "Rooster Fries". No explanation was offered on the menu except "beer battered and deep fried". Now, I had my suspicions as to what exactly "rooster fries" were, and I steered clear. One of the women at our table said one of her friends told her Rooster Fries were fried turkey. Still, I was suspicious. That same woman ordered a round of Rooster Fries, and the waiter looked at her strangely. He said, "Are you sure?" She said, "Oh, yes." I asked him if they were similar to Lamb Fries (anyone remember the diner scene in "Funny Farm"??? :yoiks: :puke:), and he nodded and said, "Then you have an idea of what they are." When the waiter brought the appetizer, one of the other women at the table asked what they were. I said, "Have you ever seen the movie 'Funny Farm'?" She said no, so I let it go. The waiter said, "Do you know what Rocky Mountain Oysters are?" Nobody else at the table had ever heard of them, so I let that go too. The woman who ordered the Rooster Fries started eating them, and know what she said? "It tastes like chicken! But it's a little tough." :rofl: :yoiks: I started laughing, and I couldn't stop laughing----I was dying! :rofl: Tears were streaming down my face from laughing so hard. SHE HAD NO CLUE---even after I broke down and explained that they were fried turkey gonads. The other people at the table just looked at me blankly and started eating rooster fries too. :shrug: I had no desire, nor will I EVER have the desire, to eat fried turkey reproductive organs (or those from any other animal species :yoiks:). I guess it pays to have a large vocabulary, 'cause there were some fucking clueless women at that table. :rofl:
Wait...it gets better. The woman that ordered them liked them so much that she offered them to one of her friends at another table, and she ate them, even after I used the terminology "fried turkey gonads". :spray: :rofl: She offered some to another woman at her table, and they remarked about how delicious they were. I couldn't stand it any more, so I broke down and in a low voice told the bank rep at the table (whom I know very well from having worked with her) in blunt language what everyone was eating. She looked horrified, then she started laughing uncontrollably. Apparently, not one single person in the group knew what the word "gonads" meant.
So...apparently I'm a LOT more worldly than the 45 people in the group last night. And I definitely have a bigger vocabulary. :P The moral of this story: Beware of any menu item that has the word "fries" in it unless there is a full description of the item or unless you KNOW what you're eating. :rofl: Damn....
Edited to add: I forgot the best part! The Rooster Fries woman was a total fundie. :rofl: She talked about some ministry she's involved with at her church and told the waiter to have a "blessed day".
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