Reservoir Hogs: Phase II
The Amazing Indonesian Cuisine, A Birthday & Four Hungry Geeks
So, we were ushered into the restaurant and stuffed into a corner almost at gun point. My eyes fell on a loooooong table across the space which had a group of about twenty to twenty five people laughing, talking, spitting while the table was sprawled with mortal remains of peanuts, coca cola cans and appetizers. I felt weird. Pretty much akin to how one feels when he's anticipating something terrible... Like no fooood. Arun 'the stand by mode' geek's jaw dropped like mercury in a barometer at the onslaught of such a challenging sight.
We sat down and one of the waitresses hastily threw a bunch of menus on the table. It narrowly missed Anshu's mug on it's downward descent. Maybe she had just noticed the subject she had a contract on and she had a few minutes to grab the rifle and take aim. Well, 'umm, whatewuvw' I mumbled to meself. As long as they take the order and serve us quality edible stuff, it's all good. The belly won't put up a resistance. Anshu 'the archinoid' geek shook his head in agreement. A few minutes later another waitress surfaced with a really small bowl containing a handful of peanuts that looked like they'd been kidnapped because they had wandered too far from the tin. Two peanuts per patron. They were kicking and screaming violently in Crisco oil.
We leafed through the pages of the menu and ogled at the various enticing images of delectables with dripping tongues like rabid mutts. The two vegetarian dudes, disco geek and standyby geek decided what they wanted to eat. Bleeding bovine instincts. So did we, the seafood sucking 'cheap writeups' geek and the archinoid geek. Did it matter, what we decided? In what way? Who dat? If no one took the order, we'd have to flip our decisions like pancakes and eat our own words as entrees. A few minutes passed. No one reappeared after the oily peanut incident. Slowly, one peanut after another disappeared leaving clumsy, oily, skid marks bearing witness to the furious struggle while resisting from being devoured. The noisy crowd was roaring all this time and it seemed like each roar was issued like a warning. The reason being that, following each roar was a waitress with a sizzling hot portion of 'FOOOOD' pulling a nifty balancing act, while we sat around with our tongues hanging in anticipation. Finally, one of the waitresses took mercy and came over to the table. She placed four glasses and poured water into each one with impeccable affection. Bullet timing. The words 'Be right back' appeared outta thin air while Arun and I violently attempted to grab her and keep her there to take the order. Too late.
The wait continued. She'd also left the cutlery on the table with the napkins. It seemed like my spoon & fork were visibly depressed at this debacle and on large quantities of Zoloft because they chose to take refuge under the plate. The waitress reappeared outta thin air as if practicing a magic trick outta '1000 Magic tricks for idiots' by Pumpkin Pie Pasha the magician. A sigh of relief from all. The crowd continued roaring. A plate of delicious looking veggies here, and three large helpings of noodles there. Our bellies growled. Uhh...
We ordered.
So, we were ushered into the restaurant and stuffed into a corner almost at gun point. My eyes fell on a loooooong table across the space which had a group of about twenty to twenty five people laughing, talking, spitting while the table was sprawled with mortal remains of peanuts, coca cola cans and appetizers. I felt weird. Pretty much akin to how one feels when he's anticipating something terrible... Like no fooood. Arun 'the stand by mode' geek's jaw dropped like mercury in a barometer at the onslaught of such a challenging sight.
We sat down and one of the waitresses hastily threw a bunch of menus on the table. It narrowly missed Anshu's mug on it's downward descent. Maybe she had just noticed the subject she had a contract on and she had a few minutes to grab the rifle and take aim. Well, 'umm, whatewuvw' I mumbled to meself. As long as they take the order and serve us quality edible stuff, it's all good. The belly won't put up a resistance. Anshu 'the archinoid' geek shook his head in agreement. A few minutes later another waitress surfaced with a really small bowl containing a handful of peanuts that looked like they'd been kidnapped because they had wandered too far from the tin. Two peanuts per patron. They were kicking and screaming violently in Crisco oil.
We leafed through the pages of the menu and ogled at the various enticing images of delectables with dripping tongues like rabid mutts. The two vegetarian dudes, disco geek and standyby geek decided what they wanted to eat. Bleeding bovine instincts. So did we, the seafood sucking 'cheap writeups' geek and the archinoid geek. Did it matter, what we decided? In what way? Who dat? If no one took the order, we'd have to flip our decisions like pancakes and eat our own words as entrees. A few minutes passed. No one reappeared after the oily peanut incident. Slowly, one peanut after another disappeared leaving clumsy, oily, skid marks bearing witness to the furious struggle while resisting from being devoured. The noisy crowd was roaring all this time and it seemed like each roar was issued like a warning. The reason being that, following each roar was a waitress with a sizzling hot portion of 'FOOOOD' pulling a nifty balancing act, while we sat around with our tongues hanging in anticipation. Finally, one of the waitresses took mercy and came over to the table. She placed four glasses and poured water into each one with impeccable affection. Bullet timing. The words 'Be right back' appeared outta thin air while Arun and I violently attempted to grab her and keep her there to take the order. Too late.
The wait continued. She'd also left the cutlery on the table with the napkins. It seemed like my spoon & fork were visibly depressed at this debacle and on large quantities of Zoloft because they chose to take refuge under the plate. The waitress reappeared outta thin air as if practicing a magic trick outta '1000 Magic tricks for idiots' by Pumpkin Pie Pasha the magician. A sigh of relief from all. The crowd continued roaring. A plate of delicious looking veggies here, and three large helpings of noodles there. Our bellies growled. Uhh...
We ordered.
posted by Shaking Shenoy at 5/02/2005 07:51:00 AM
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