No Chicken Patty On the Casino Menu

Last week Thevictorians took a jaunt to Casino Town. For lunch, Hick stepped out of his burger rut and tried the newest offering: Pork Loin Plate.

It wasn't so much a PLATE as a hard plastic tray, with a plastic liner, covered with waxed paper. The pork loin came with green beans, mashed potatoes, and jalapeno cornbread. Hick cleaned his plate, and said it was good. You can see him in the background, poised with his fork in his fist. He did say he would have preferred metal cutlery, rather than a plastic knife and fork. Of course he had dessert before diving into his meal.

 

Hick's Cherry Cheesecake was a two-fer. Two slices in the container. I guess maybe the casino had some other special event a few days before, and needed to move the cheesecake, heh, heh. You might think Hick would have offered me one of them. NOT-HEAVEN, NO! I'm sure the thought didn't even occur to him.

 

The Pony chose Oreo Pie. As he handed me the empty container to set on the other side of the table, I said, "Thanks. I didn't want any anyway."

 

"You didn't SAY you wanted any!"

 

"I thought you might offer me a bite..."

 

"I didn't know you wanted any!"

 

Like father, like son. You have to whack them over the head with a request, rather than rely on them to do the polite thing.  

The Pony feasted on the Pound of Shrimp. More like 3/4 pound. He left some for me and Hick. Must have been full of that pie!

I went back to my old standby, the Pulled Pork Sandwich, since The Pony's looked so good last time. I even ASKED for BBQ sauce when I ordered it, and again when the gal handed us our soda cups. Even though The Pony's sandwich last time came with a side of sauce, and sauce already on the pork.

Mmm... a tasty pile of pulled pork, with burnt ends! But it was as dry as The Pony's sense of humor in a record-setting drought in the Sahara. Who serves pulled pork without sauce??? When the gal brought our plates to the table, along with our condiments, and I noticed no sauce, I asked again. She tried to hold in her sigh, and was polite as she returned with it. Third time's a charm, I guess. 

 

Let the record show that I offered both Hick AND The Pony that slab of Texas Toast, the top of my sandwich. Hick was a taker, but The Pony was not feelin' it this time.

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Now, to cleanse your palate from this rich repast, and to prevent you from yearning for unhealthy food... I shall provide you with evidence of yesterday's Ponytail Guy meat du jour, the "chicken patty" that almost took down Thevictorian household.

Here they are, a day later, as a treat for the dogs. No, that's not a bite I took out of the front patty! It was stuck to another patty. They are quite fragile, so much that even their sliminess doesn't keep them from pulling apart if stuck!

Let the record show that while my Sweet, Sweet Juno ate them with only two sniffs, my little Jack wanted nothing to do with his, and instead ate the stale bread coated with garlic aioli and ketchup that was left from The Pony's abandoned sandwich.