SELECTIVE BOURGIE-NESS
As most of you have gleaned by this point(you being my two or three -generous i know - readers) i am somewhat of a snob. Now, now, before anyone begins judging me harshly, let me first give the disclaimer that i'm not a hardcore snob. For instance, i would never get offended if someone thought i lived below sunset(thats if i lived in cali) and i would never say with disdain: "do you KNOW who my father is???"
(i watched clueless the other day and now my cup runneth over with quotes)
The fact of the matter is, i'm too broke, too unconnected, and well, too mannered to put on those kinds of airs. Not to mention, yo soy muy amable. :)
My selective snobbery comes to play in little things, like judging folks by the way they hold their utensils. I had a coworker who held her fork, spoon, knife with a closed fist. YES. If you're picturing mikey from the life commercials, you're on the right track. Only I DIDN'T like it. Believe me, watching her use utensils was extremely distracting. It was like her motor skills never progressed beyond the age of five. Gross.
Speaking of motor skills...what about those people who hold their pens and pencils at the very point? I cannot stand that. It seems like it should make your hand cramp. Then its like how did you get through 12 years of school and four years of college AND NOT BE ABLE TO HOLD A WRITING INSTRUMENT CORRECTLY??
Yes, i'm a snob, i'm bourgie, i'm pedantic about those kinds of things. Hate me now.
So today, i happened upon a discussion today about buffets. It was during this discussion that i realized i don't feel the same way about a buffet that i do about say...Red Lobster. I'm way less pretentious. A buffet is not my first pick as far as dining is concerned, but i'll tear up the food from one in a minute.
Obviously red lobster has a few things going for it or else it would have gone out of business. There's the cheddar bay biscuits, the...the...the..cheddar bay biscuits, and um...well...ok. Let me stop. The seafood is tasty for what it is. Enjoyable comfort food in herman melville inspired decor. Well then whats the problem? I think its because red lobster is marketed as part of the upper echelon of chain restaurants, and its clearly not. I mean for what it is its decent, but there are so many other seafood places that have GOOD seafood at the same price.
In elem school, i'd hear about kids going to Red Lobster for birthdays and other special occasions. In those days my parents weren't hardly trying to take five kids out to a restaurant. We were more of a order in than dine-out bunch @ that time, so i never got to experience RL in all its mythical glory. By the time i reached HS red lobster had become the go to spot for all the hot dates. You know, 16 yr old shaniqua and her 22yr old(don't tell my mom!) boyfriend were going there for their 3 month anniversary. In my mind that Red Lobster was a classy dining establishment. Unfortunately, when i finally went - i was disappointed. I expected more.
At a buffet though, there is no pretense. You come to get all you can eat for a set price. This is not five star dining, its five stone dining (meaning you'll be approx five stone heavier when you leave) Good old honest overeating, and really who can be bourgie about that? I can't. Although i'd appreciate it if parents would curb their kids while dining. There's nothing worse than getting up to get another piece of baked chicken or more salad, and seeing some grubby kid with his(or her) nasty fingers all over the serving tongs. Running through the islands like they have no home training. Yuk.
Anyhoo, speaking of overeating, i also learned today that Golden Corral is a buffet! Who knew? I have passed signs for that restaurant so many times while driving on I-95 its not even funny. I never gave it a second thought. Of course i went straight to the website, and by the looks of their menu the next time i'm near one i will be smorgasbording.
And then its like, i LOVE cracker barrel. I will plan road trips by cracker barrel stops. While waiting to be seated i browse the country store, and during the winter months i'll request a seat in front of the fireplace so i can eat my country fried steak in front of a friendly flame. Asking for extra biscuits and cornbread. No shame in my game.
*blink*
Pretty much.
I don't get it either.
(P.S. As you probably noticed, i changed my layout, i wanted something even more minimal and clean. what do you guys think?)
5 comments:
First off, I dig the new layout. Let the words be the star, not the bells and whistles. Good shit.
Secondly, its not cracker barrel, its cracker burrel(but the DC slang on it).
Thirdly, you aren't a snob at all. you're a woman with standards.
Lex, you made me do something today that I've never done before and it all started with the mention of cheddar bay biscuits. I love them and I'm not really a bread/biscuit guy. After reading your blog entry I found a recipe online and made some today. I have never made a biscuit in my life but they came out great.
The new layout is nice.
you already know you are my cheese biscuit brethren. me likey the new layout.
i too love cracker barrel...it's one of those perks of road trips! And the layout is NICE! Very clean...very bourgie :-)
@ rashad yes...yes, i am a woman with...standards. I think i'll put it that way from now on. In fact its going on my epitaph. lol @ "cracker burrel" yall some bumpkins! :P
(and thanks! focus on the words was what i wanted, though i don't be saying much...)
@ jazzbrew HOLY HOLE IN A DONUT! I've inspired a man to cook! I will be no more good for the rest of this week. :) jk but seriously, thats pretty awesome. And im glad they turned out great. Now the real question is are you taking orders? I could use a bakers dozen right now.
@ asabi girl you already know. those biscuits are a menace. I think i gained 5 lbs from just blogging about them. :(
@ chubbs there is just something so comforting about eating at cracker barrel. The country atmosphere, the fireplace, the assorted kitsch. Whenever i go i wind up staring at the walls, getting all excited over the vintage knick knacks.
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