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[eleanorigby]

@Excalibre

A whoosh is when someone says something sarcastic, and it flies straight over your head, generally making a “whooshing” sound as it passes. I’m thinking the truce was a joke - expecting guests to choke down food they hate and then throw up being a rather suboptimal solution to the problem. So either you missed the sarcasm, or you responded in a way so deadpan that I missed yours.

Oh.

I don’t know Shagnasty well enough to tell. I think I’s been whooshed.
hmm.<checks extremtiies/hair> I seem to have survived it.

No whooshing intended on my part–but I’ll be sure to use it later!

thanks for the info.

[Miller]

@Shagnasty

Here is one for you. This is 100% true.

My wife’s friend since childhood, Suzie was out of a job and very depressed that she hadn’t had a date in over a year. My wife helped her by giving her a job at the booth at the Fancy Food show in NYC one summer. For some reason, one of my wife’s customers became fascinated with her at the show. He was an attractive, 35 year old man, and a multi-millionaire that established his own dessert manufacturing company that suplies restaurants all over the U.S.

He asked Suzie out and she gladly accepted. They went to a swanky Beer and Wine bar and Manhattan and were hitting it off pretty well. The waiter came over and asked for drink orders. John ordered and expensive glass of wine. Suzie looked up and said “Oh, I don’t really care for beer or wine. I think that I will just have a glass of milk.”

Scrrrreeeechhhh! They finished the date but blew her chance because she showed herself as an unsophisticated simpleton (which she is).

The moral to that story is that you have the right to eat and drink whatever you want but don’t be surprised when people judge you negatively for your simpleton ways.

Sounds like Suzie dodged a bullet.

[Guinastasia]

@Shagnasty

Here is one for you. This is 100% true.

My wife’s friend since childhood, Suzie was out of a job and very depressed that she hadn’t had a date in over a year. My wife helped her by giving her a job at the booth at the Fancy Food show in NYC one summer. For some reason, one of my wife’s customers became fascinated with her at the show. He was an attractive, 35 year old man, and a multi-millionaire that established his own dessert manufacturing company that suplies restaurants all over the U.S.

He asked Suzie out and she gladly accepted. They went to a swanky Beer and Wine bar and Manhattan and were hitting it off pretty well. The waiter came over and asked for drink orders. John ordered and expensive glass of wine. Suzie looked up and said “Oh, I don’t really care for beer or wine. I think that I will just have a glass of milk.”

Scrrrreeeechhhh! They finished the date but blew her chance because she showed herself as an unsophisticated simpleton (which she is).

The moral to that story is that you have the right to eat and drink whatever you want but don’t be surprised when people judge you negatively for your simpleton ways.

An “unsophistocated simpleton?”

I cannot drink-I am on medication. Now, I will have a glass of wine every once in a while, but only if I’m eating a heavy meal with it-otherwise booze makes me feel woozy and overheated. I would much prefer a glass of milk to wine or beer.

If that makes me an “unsophistocated simpleton”, so fucking be it, you self-righteous piece of shit.

Take your truce and shove up your ass.

[MovieMogul]

@Shagnasty

The moral to that story is that you have the right to eat and drink whatever you want but don’t be surprised when people judge you negatively for your simpleton ways.

If you’re actually suggesting that Suzie’s decision not to order alcohol is a perfectly justifiable reason for dumping her, then there is a simpleton in this story, and it’s certainly not her.

[enipla]

@Shagnasty

Here is one for you. This is 100% true.

My wife’s friend since childhood, Suzie was out of a job and very depressed that she hadn’t had a date in over a year. My wife helped her by giving her a job at the booth at the Fancy Food show in NYC one summer. For some reason, one of my wife’s customers became fascinated with her at the show. He was an attractive, 35 year old man, and a multi-millionaire that established his own dessert manufacturing company that suplies restaurants all over the U.S.

He asked Suzie out and she gladly accepted. They went to a swanky Beer and Wine bar and Manhattan and were hitting it off pretty well. The waiter came over and asked for drink orders. John ordered and expensive glass of wine. Suzie looked up and said “Oh, I don’t really care for beer or wine. I think that I will just have a glass of milk.”

Scrrrreeeechhhh! They finished the date but blew her chance because she showed herself as an unsophisticated simpleton (which she is).

The moral to that story is that you have the right to eat and drink whatever you want but don’t be surprised when people judge you negatively for your simpleton ways.

You’re using this little anecdote to support your side of the story? Your fucking kinding right?

unsophisticated simpleton

He was. She wasn’t.

The foodies (I also don’t like that term either, doesn’t fit) in this thread have done so much back-peddling that some have made a 180 degree turn and still think they are supporting their position.

[Shagnasty]

Suzie is not an alcoholic. She drinks but it is only fruity, novelty drinks that they wouldn’t serve there. John knew plenty about her before they went out. He liked her because of her innocence and how that contrasted with the New York girls that he normally dated. He just wasn’t prepared for just how deep that ran. She is just a very clueless but very, very sweet person that I do adore. She just doesn’t understand why you shouldn’t order milk in a Manhattan wine and beer bar. Both she and her date told us the same story so it matched up. Both of them were confused but for different reasons.

In case you are wondering, Suzie just got married to another unsophicated person and they are doing very well. There is a place in this world for everyone but you can’t expect to be accepted in all circles unless you are willing to expand your horizons.

[Purd_Werfect]

@Shagnasty

In case you are wondering, Suzie just got married to another unsophicated person and they are doing very well. There is a place in this world for everyone but you can’t expect to be accepted in all circles unless you are willing to expand your horizons.

Thank goodness I’m not sophisticated if this is the kind of thing it takes to be so.

[Excalibre]

@Shagnasty

Suzie is not an alcoholic. She drinks but it is only fruity, novelty drinks that they wouldn’t serve there. John knew plenty about her before they went out. He liked her because of her innocence and how that contrasted with the New York girls that he normally dated. He just wasn’t prepared for just how deep that ran. She is just a very clueless but very, very sweet person that I do adore. She just doesn’t understand why you shouldn’t order milk in a Manhattan wine and beer bar. Both she and her date told us the same story so it matched up. Both of them were confused but for different reasons.

In case you are wondering, Suzie just got married to another unsophicated person and they are doing very well. There is a place in this world for everyone but you can’t expect to be accepted in all circles unless you are willing to expand your horizons.

Uh huh. So the moral of the story is that if you don’t like alcohol, it’s not enough to simply agree to go to a bar with someone in order to permit them to indulge in it. (But isn’t that what your crowd was demanding a couple pages ago?) Instead, you’re not to show your face in polite society? So you admit then that your position is not motivated by the simple desire to be able to go to the restaurant you want to - you wish to ensure that your experience is not sullied by the sight of someone who simply chooses to order what they like. It’s not good enough for folks like Suzie to go along with the crowd and make do by ordering what they like.

[Shagnasty]

@Excalibre

Uh huh. So the moral of the story is that if you don’t like alcohol, it’s not enough to simply agree to go to a bar with someone in order to permit them to indulge in it. (But isn’t that what your crowd was demanding a couple pages ago?) Instead, you’re not to show your face in polite society? So you admit then that your position is not motivated by the simple desire to be able to go to the restaurant you want to - you wish to ensure that your experience is not sullied by the sight of someone who simply chooses to order what they like. It’s not good enough for folks like Suzie to go along with the crowd and make do by ordering what they like.

If you are invited to a 4 Star French restaurant, you don’t ask the waiter if they can whip up some chicken tenders.

I’ll keep this simple. If you have a person or thing with one range of abilities and then you have another person or thing with all of those abilities and many more, then that makes the second one more flexible and superior to the first one. People with food phobias and aversions are not necessarily lesser people overall but that one defect sure put them at a disadvantage in the overall ratings.

[eleanorigby]

Ex --don’t be dull!

Shag isn’t saying that at all! He is saying that you can’t go into a Manhattan bar and not order alcohol–it’s that New York state of mind, I s’pose… NOW I get it! :smack:

Sounds to me like Suzie and Millionaire guy are just fine w/o each other.

[jayjay]

@Shagnasty

If you are invited to a 4 Star French restaurant, you don’t ask the waiter if they can whip up some chicken tenders.

I’ll keep this simple. If you have a person or thing with one range of abilities and then you have another person or thing with all of those abilities and many more, then that makes the second one more flexible and superior to the first one.

Or it makes the second one an insufferable prick if he considers himself superior because he eats and drinks different things than the first one.

People with food phobias and aversions are not necessarily lesser people overall but that one defect sure put them at a disadvantage in the overall ratings.

The more you post on this subject, the more I realize that my spot in your “ratings” means very, very little to me…

[Guinastasia]

Shagnasty, you still haven’t told us if you were kidding about the goose recipe.

Personally, I think dumping someone because they ordered a glass of milk instead of wine or beer is extremely shallow. I say she lucked out.

[MovieMogul]

@Shagnasty

If you are invited to a 4 Star French restaurant, you don’t ask the waiter if they can whip up some chicken tenders.

Of course not, if they’re not on the fucking menu!

But guess what–bars serve all sorts of drinks! It isn’t out of place to order something the bar has, which is exactly what she did. So it wasn’t beer or wine–BFD! Only an asshat puts that much stock into such a decision.

An only an asshat would defend it, too, I dare say.

[Excalibre]

@Guinastasia

Shagnasty, you still haven’t told us if you were kidding about the goose recipe.

Personally, I think dumping someone because they ordered a glass of milk instead of wine or beer is extremely shallow. I say she lucked out.

Even if the lady’s favorite drinks are cosmopolitans and chocolate “martinis”, he dumped her without even knowing why she chose not to drink that night. Shagnasty chalks up differences in taste to unsophistication; I know a goodly number of reasonably sophisticated people who simply don’t like beer, and I myself will drink wine but I have very little appreciation of it (though a good scotch or an oloroso sherry is another story.) Some of us believe those silly old superstitions about our differences being what make us interesting. I see Shagnasty is sophisticated enough not to credit that old canard.

By the way, there aren’t really “four-star French restaurants”. The famed Michelin guide that rates the finest French cuisine uses three stars. But I’m sure a gent as sophisticated as you knew that already.

[Shagnasty]

@Excalibre

By the way, there aren’t really “four-star French restaurants”. The famed Michelin guide that rates the finest French cuisine uses three stars. But I’m sure a gent as sophisticated as you knew that already.

There are
several other rating systems. . Not all of us select our food choices based on a tire company.

Yes, I was kidding about the goose. That recipe has to be a hoax. You cannot cook a goose and keep it alive at the same time by doing crazy things to its heart and head. Even if you were dumb enough to try it, you would just end up with feather scorched, stinking, raw goose meat. There is absolutley no reason why someone would ever cook a goose that way.

[Excalibre]

@Shagnasty

There are
several other rating systems. . Not all of us select our food choices based on a tire company.

So you use Fodor’s - a mass market travel guide. No, wait - you use the user-submitted comments on the website of a mass market travel guide.

Ahh.

Meanwhile, Michelin ratings (while tilted heavily towards the rather stade world of highbrow French cookery) at very least have some expertise to back them up. Sorry if I seem like a rube to you for saying so, but I’ll trust the Michelin guide over a web form any day.

Do you choose books and music based on the user rankings at Amazon.com as well?

[Binarydrone]

@SolGrundy

I dunno; is Binarydrone hot? Maybe I could watch.

I am teh h0t (dial up users beware).

[even_sven]

@Excalibre

Actually, there was a Viking colony; I can’t remember whether it was in Greenland or Canada, but the archaeological evidence is clear.

When starvation set in, they ate their seed crops, their horses, their dogs, pregnant cows, calves, and each other. They were desperate enough to stave off starvation for the short term that they ate everything at hand, without regard to the effects on their future survival. Eventually they all starved to death. And yet they never ate any fish.

and THEY ALL DIED.

[Miller]

@even sven

and THEY ALL DIED.

That’s kinda the whole point of the story, dear.

[Rufus_Xavier]

@Miller

That’s kinda the whole point of the story, dear.

I would like to point out that nothing says “I’m a Picky Eater” better than dying of starvation within reach of an available food source.