"Hey, I want breakfast food, lets go." Scott is the most compassionate host.
Sunday is full of hazy memories from game day; I know KSU won, I know OU lost, I know KU students leave a hopeless situation at around 2 minutes into the third, and Scott brought us Pizza. So long story short I had a blast.
We head out to "The Egg and I" for a delicious and much needed breakfast. The place is hopping when we show up and it takes us a bit to get a seat.
Slight side story, on my friend Scott's last day in Manhattan KS, he went on the greatest spree of his time there. We walked into every bar with nothing to lose, he didn't care if he got kicked out or a life time ban and was acting accordingly. After several, "You all need to get the hell out of here!", from numerous bartenders Scott demands Denny's. On the way to his car, we had a DD so no worries, he finds a ladder laying down on the side of a building.
"Stew, grab this, we are going to start a business."
"Scott you are too drunk to do this and what is the business." I say as I am hoisting the ladder onto my shoulder.
"First off I was a fire fighter, its legit, and second we are going to put people on high things."
And that was the business model. We ran around the ville pointing at roof tops and other higher structures and asking if people wanted to be on them. Our first customer wanted on top of the car wash. Scott collected a quarter from him and helped put him on the roof. As soon as the guy got up there he yanked the ladder away and screamed, "You want down? Well that's 50 cents!" And so our business went till he got tired of carrying the ladder and left it leaning on someones roof.
Then we get to Denny's and the place is slammed. They can't keep up with everyone there so Scott uses this opportunity to start making announcements over the load speaker. It is still in debate today as to what was said, lets just say it was borderline offensive or mildly informative like this,"Hey, you are about to eat at Denny's, what is wrong with you?!" And so on. I told him that he was going to get us kicked out so he removed the PA system from the wall and demanded that i relocate it to his car where it would be safe. I guess he needed a trophy so I allowed it. Then we get seated, but there is a problem, and Scott decided that there is to much stuff on the table and puts every singe thing under the table. Then Scott finds out that Denny's served Holllendaise sauce, his favorite, and gets a spark behind those hazy drunk eyes.
"Stew, you think they make their own or is it from a pouch."
"Only one way to find out." I didn't get to finish with, you could ask them, before he was off for the kitchen. He storms in like a mad man, walks up to the dry storage area and finds a big can of hollendaise sauce. He grabbed it and proceeded to yell at the kitchen staff for making such horrible life choices and so on. He was just about to tell them how to make the sauce before he was escorted back to his seat by the owner. We ordered, ate, then Scott stole the wet floor sign on our way out the door. The call i received the next day was both curious and sad.
"Stew, why do I have a salt shaker, a PA system, a wet floor sign and a suit in my car?" I forgot to mention he did all of this wearing a suit because he said Denny's was a classy affair.
Back to the present, we sit down and order our food. I get the veggie Benedict with a super girly berry blast smoothie. Scott gets the corned beef hash that for some reason comes with a side of Hollendaise. The food takes forever and as we wait i hear our waitress talking to another patron about, "Well i wasn't going to spend another $200 to see my kids, I mean whose fault is it really?" No, context does not make this make any more sense. We get out food and walk on out the door. It was not that memorable.
Nothing happened the rest of the day. I know, boring but that's the way it is kids.
Around noon on Monday i head out for Rosarios the home to the second greatest taco in Texas, the fish taco. I find the place, grab a table at the bar and grab a margaritta. Then a great thing comes out, its the homemade chips and salsa. The salsa was made from fire roasted tomato salsa, and by fire roasted i mean black fire roasted. You would think it would be bitter, burnt and terrible, but it was complex with a touch of controlled bitterness mixed with a meaty tomato flavor. Then came the fish tacos, oh and they earned the reputation for the best in town. The fish were grilled to perfection with a wonderful fresh slaw, chipotle cream, fresh avocado and lime juice. The tortillas were fluffy and perfect. I don't think I will ever get tired of tacos.
Back to the house for rest till Scott gets home from work then its off to a new Thai restaurant. This place was new and not to shabby. I had the drunken noodles with beef and Scott had the yellow curry, they had 3 curries red, yellow, and green. Everything was great and fast. But really nothing exceptional. Oh and the chiefs destroyed the chargers, It was a good day.
Stewart Lane
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