This choice: We both catch a commercial for a new restaurant in town. Let's go check it out! • Go Back... We had the TV turned on, all ready for the latest installment of our summer-long binge watching marathon. But before we queued up Netflix, Alice and I were getting into a long philosophical discussion about just what was going to be for breakfast considering that I ate all of the breakfast. And it was during that little argument that a commercial (one of those offputtingly loud, crappy local broadcast kind) for a new Greek/Italian restaurant in town popped up with just enough obnoxious loudness and tempting pictures of food to distract us both.
So as soon as I had convinced my stick-in-the-mud sister that maybe we could play food critic for the day (which was getting a lot easier to do, btw) and check this new place out, we got dressed and piled into my car.
It wasn't too far, but that didn't mean I wasn't still starving by the time we made it there. I practically ran-waddled my way up to the entrance, with poor Alice straggling behind me because I was so hungry I forgot to shut my freaking door. It was a rinky-dink little place. I didn't really notice it because I had tunnel vision at the time, but we were pretty much the only other car in the parking lot. I waited up for my sister, and we went inside.
We were greeted by this old guy, probably the owner. He was swarthy, short and stocky with a mustache straight out of the seventies, and he just happened to be near the front door. I saw his eyes widen in terror as my great big body wriggled into his itty-bitty restaurant, shimmying and shaking my way slowly out of my tank top.
"Welcome to the Acropolis, ladies!" he did his best to hide that fear and channel it into customer service, "H-How many today? Two?"
"Just little ol' us." I said cheekily.
He laughed nervously, probably wondering how I managed to fit "little" into a sentence describing myself.
"Right right, would you like a table or booth?"
***
"Booths are kinda small..." I grumbled as I pushed against the table for the millionth time, barely managing to get any leeway for my largeness, "Gawd... have you even seen our waitress?"
"Oh stop complaining, they just opened." Alice dunked a breadstick in a tiny dish of olive oil, "Besides, they were nice enough to give us each a basket of these breadsticks while we waited."
"Well they should have brought three." I huffed, my stomach gurgling longingly as the smell of Greek meats wafted through the restaurant and into my nostrils, "If we don't get into second gear here, I swear to God we'll go to that Jack-in-the-Box we passed on our way over."
Okay, so we might still do that even if I get great service, just on the way home. I was pretty sure that they brought the double order of breadsticks in hopes of sating my ginormous appetite while they got their slow asses moving, but they didn't count on Alice being able to pack it away too. My basket was long gone, and so was the buttery residue left on my chubby little fingertips, and Alice was almost done with hers. Seriously, what was the hold up?
Finally I see someone in the distance. A plump Greek woman about my Mom's age in a yellow dress and an apron. She's got a notepad and a dumbfounded look on her face as she comes closer to me, so I can only guess that she's our waitress.
"Good morning ladies." her accent was about as thick as her figure, and I could tell that she was doing her best not to stare at me, "What can I start you off with this morning?"
"Hmm... How big is the Turkey Gyro pizza?" I asked, holding out my doughy arms about two feet apart, "Like, this big? Because that's how big it looks on the menu."
It took my waitress a second to register what I was talking about.
"Oh, no, it's only... one foot." she struggled with the imperial measurement, "Personal size."
"Okay, I'll have three of those." I said nonchalantly, "And an order of baked spaghetti."
"For both of you?" she looked at Alice and back to me, "Okay, and to drink?"
"Oh no, that's all for me." I said proudly pointing to myself, "And I'll have a Coke. Refills are free, right?"
Our waitress' eyes widened in astonishment of how huge my order (and my appetite) was. I saw her scribble it down on the notepad, looking back up at me in-between every other word. God I loved to freak people out like that. To order so much. It made people so nervous for some reason.
"And, um... I'll have the Greek Yogurt pancakes." Alice finished pleasantly, "And I'll get a Sprite."
"Hey, do you think we could get some more breadsticks over here too?" I tack on, "We're starving over here."  indicates the next chapter needs to be written. |
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