Say you were wrongfully imprisoned on death row, and it’s time for your last meal. What do you have?
I’m eating a buffalo chicken sandwich, topped with only mayo, no vegetables, I don’t have to worry about my health, onion rings and a dr pepper. Just saying that makes me want to call the local wings joint and ask for a delivery.
I would eat a whole bag of double cheese Krystal’s. These mini hamburgers are the best I have ever eaten. Too bad they are a chain in the south and not here on the West Coast.
But yeah, that’s what I would eat and lets not forget the 2 liter bottle of Dr. Pepper.
Small steak, salad with sweet basil dressing(like my cafe has), roll with real butter, chocolate cake, good coffee and/or Dr. Pepper. I know the latter doesn’t fit with the rest but it was the first soft drink I remember having. My grandpa used to give it to us.
Hard choice to make. I almost went for the fried chicken in place of the steak.
I posted my reply and saw that all three replies so far have Dr. Pepper in their final meal. Is there some cosmic significance?
Dr. Pepper is the best, who wouldn’t want that to be what washed down your last meal.
Yes, Dr Pepper is my soft drink of choice for the last meal.
Hell, any meal.
Hell, forget the meal, just have a Pepper.
MMMmmmmm, last meal.
A Los Quates (SP?) Beef Enchalada plate with green chile. And a beer…and a Dr. Pepper. And a side of green chile cheese fries.
MMMMMmmmmmm last meal…
Slee
(Wishing I was in New Mexico so I could dine at Los Quates)
A glass of water and a piece of celery. At least then I would die knowing the pleasure of telling my urges no for once.
After much thought, I’d have to go with a nice medium rare Giant Panda steak. Baked potato with everything on the side. Bottle of 1955 Chateau Haut-Brion Bordeaux. And a Choc-o-dile for dessert.
If it’s my last meal, it’s gonna be one that’s never forgotten.
I’d ask for a menu from Le Bec Fin… I hear it’s pretty good. 
All I can eat shrimp…deep fried shrimp…any shrimp…damn it I’m hungry now!!!
runs to fridge
Damn, only milk…hmmn…I guess I’ll have to settle for some cereal…!
scatters off
Reoch
I think a better question is who I would have.
Burritos filled with all good stuff like and nachos. Ooh, and some guavas, I hope they’re in season. Diet Coke for me.
Oh, and if I’m going to the chair I may as well be guilty.
Entree :
Oyster Kilpatrick and a tall frosty glass of lemon juice (with a dab of honey added)
Main :
Small scotch fillet steak, marinated all day in a red wine marinade, a side salad with the works (at least two kinds of lettuce, cucumber, two kinds of capsicum, tomato, carrot, cheese, corn, mushrooms) and two large BBQ’d mushrooms. I’d also like a vodka, lemon, lime and bitters on ice, and an iced water.
Desert :
A cheese and fruit platter, with heaps of different types of fruit and at least Brie, Camembert and Jarlsburg cheeses, though more would be fine To drink, I’d like a Bailey’s on ice.
YUM ! And no, I’m actually not a high-maintenance girl
But what about this: Say someone comes to your house with a gun and tells you to sit down in a chair. Maybe it’s someone like Christopher Walken’s character in True Romance. He tells you he’s going to kill you but first you can eat anything you like. You feel that you don’t deserve to be killed. The grudge this guy has against you is not completely your fault. What do you choose to eat? What I’m saying is, I suppose, is that the same feelings you get in that situation should work for death row. I’d choose not to eat anything. It would be demeaning. In fact, pig out death row prisoners seem pathetic to me but a very, very sad kind of pathetic.