The proverbial "munchies"
So, here's a thought. I spent last night enjoying some of the various alcoholic beverages Seattle has to offer. Some number I can't really remember later, I found myself quite hungry. It never ceases to amaze me the cravings I get when I'm in an "impaired" state. Usually when I'm in the city, alcohol in my belly means that I need a cheeseburger and fries from Dick's ASAP. But tonight I was feeling like changing things up a little bit, so I found my way to the local Taco Bell for a steak grilled stuffed burrito. The beautiful thing about food like this is that, when you're inebriated, it tastes like gourmet cuisine.
So here's my question to you: What is your favorite "I'm drunk and I'm freaking hungry" food? We've all been in that state and we all have something that we crave more than anything else.
*Editor's note: For those of you that like amusing visuals...The entire time I've been sitting over here typing, Train keeps glancing over with a look of worry in his eyes.
"Are you posting?" He asks.
"Nope...Just randomly typing for no particular reason" I sarcastically reply.
"Just don't make fun of me."
"What?"
"Are you making fun of me?"
"No."
"Cause, you know...I mean it's cool. I'm not like mad or anything. You can make fun of me."
And with that he goes back to his desk...for less than 1 minute. Yes...I am being 100% literal.
"What are you making fun of me about?"
"Just sit down dude. It's cool, don't worry."
"I'm not worried, I just don't know what you're going to make fun of me about."
Now just repeat these series of actions 2 more times, and you'll know what it was like to post this innocent little entry...
So here's my question to you: What is your favorite "I'm drunk and I'm freaking hungry" food? We've all been in that state and we all have something that we crave more than anything else.
*Editor's note: For those of you that like amusing visuals...The entire time I've been sitting over here typing, Train keeps glancing over with a look of worry in his eyes.
"Are you posting?" He asks.
"Nope...Just randomly typing for no particular reason" I sarcastically reply.
"Just don't make fun of me."
"What?"
"Are you making fun of me?"
"No."
"Cause, you know...I mean it's cool. I'm not like mad or anything. You can make fun of me."
And with that he goes back to his desk...for less than 1 minute. Yes...I am being 100% literal.
"What are you making fun of me about?"
"Just sit down dude. It's cool, don't worry."
"I'm not worried, I just don't know what you're going to make fun of me about."
Now just repeat these series of actions 2 more times, and you'll know what it was like to post this innocent little entry...
posted by Casey at 1:46 PM
5 Comments:
E Tu Brut?
I love being the Lodges whipping boy..
But, for me I always have a hankering for some tater tots, wendy's frosty and some Jack in the box taco's. It's not pretty but it sure tates good.
During my undergrad days we would come back from the local B'ham watering holes and fix some hoagies. They always did the trick when we got home in the wee hours. I would have to say Dicks is up there. Nothing quite sounds so good...as when there is cheap food in your system.
Which brings up another topic...The next morning...
Home: Ramen & Triscut's--money every time
On the Road: one word-TACO's--whoever's open !!!,
True Story- honestly one of the best ideas that I've ever seen was at a bar in SF that had an outdoor bench seating and a little Mexican Women that would sell Fresh Tamale's table to table, doesn't get any better than getting your munchy on w/o having to leave the bar
I have to echo the Taco rule. Either that or the gresiest of all cheeseburgers.
As for the post.
Casey. we all worked with Train and we all feel for you. and now you know why we all refer to Train at the Mexcian Coochie. He's.....well he's a pussy. We all know its true.
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