When you order a basket/plate of fries for the table, everyone’s natural inclination is to reach out and grab a fry. This is all fine and good until... [Enter: Cheese Fries] People reach out then pause. Perplexed with brow furrowed and hand hovering over the basket, they concentrate in search of a dry portion of a fry sticking out. You can see in their eyes that they are weighing the level of pleasure they will receive after successfully securing a fry covered in cheese (and chili, bacon, etc.) and the level of dismay they will feel if/when they make a mess of the table, or worse, themselves. I call this Jenga.
I know what you’re thinking. “Why not just grab a fork?” Think, young padawan. We’re in a bar. What if you have to ask the waitress for the fork and wait for it to show up? That, grasshopper, is the difference between winners and losers. By the time you get a fork, BarFryGuy has already eaten all of the good parts--my table and shirt be damned! That’s why God made Wet-Ones and Jesus made Tide-to-Go. So you (loser) can watch me (winner) enjoy my cheese fries.
David Rossitter = Winner
The moral of the story is you can’t play Jenga with a fork. Now go out there and be somebody!
Happy eating Fry Kids. ~Your friendly neighborhood BarFryGuy
