I always think of this group's meandering discussion topics as reminiscent of the old Kup's Show or Cromie Circle--the 'art' of conversation.
And sitting in the middle of the rectangular 9-top my brainpower was tested whilst half-way listening to Cathy telling my wife how she was going to 'diplomatically' inform the waitress that she got size-shorted on the hoof of beef she received in comparison to Nancy & EddieK (how in Hades was she going to be able to do THAT?--She did, and to my amazement it worked!).
In the other ear, my new friend budrichard was explaining why Colony House prime rib slabs are cut fresh and the real deal, unlike many buffets that serve previously cryovac'd metered-out portions. I looked down at my decent-but-not-great veal piccata and wished I had ordered a Flintstones-sized bone-in like 7 of the others.
(Edit: I just finished the veal piccata leftovers--they were real tasty--I think I had hunk o'beef envy last night!)Colony House--at least upstairs on the main floor in the coziest of dining rooms--lent to discussion of this sort. No holds barred, barely civil, on the edge of animated. Of course, I went to the well once too often while describing Eddie's supercollider-like driving habits, picking out different internal organs that routinely shift if in the passenger seat of his rocket-ship Mercedes--this time it was my spleen...
Great evening, a welcome break from the pedantic Holiday party pablum I've been subject to lately. Happy holidays, all.
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