Wednesday, April 27, 2005
Eaters of The World ...Dine
My brother John and I went out for Mexican food when I got off yesterday. San Jose… not the town but the restaurant. It has two locations in our sunny little town. We had a cheery little conversation on the drive there.
“Are we going to the old one? I don’t like the new one. It tastes different.” John said.
“Tastes different? I don’t think they do. But yes, we’re going to the original one. It’s closest.” I replied with a slight frown.
“The new one isn’t as good as the old one. I can tell a difference, even if you can’t, Shere Bear.”
“Well, I usually order the same thing at both and if there is a difference, I should be able to tell.”
“It’s like pork chops. I think the ones with bones tastes better than those center cuts. Mom says there isn’t a difference but there is. Ricky doesn’t think so but his dad agrees.” (Ricky is John’s best-friend).
“I can’t tell a difference. Pork chops are pork chops.” I shrugged.
He looked at me. We were at a traffic light, waiting for green. “That’s because you’re just an Eater. I’m a Connoisseur of Food. Eaters don’t understand what I’m talking about. But people like Ricky’s Dad does. He’s a Connoisseur, too.”
“Eater???? I’m just an Eater? Oh brother!” I started laughing. He joined in with me. It was priceless. You had to be there I guess.
“You know Shere Bear. We’re pretty quick-witted, aren’t we? I’m glad that came to me while talking to you. It would have been sad if it were wasted on a boring person.”
I had to agree.