I’ve eaten Vegemite. I regret it.
That’s sick. But funny.
I’d probably be too nervous to eat. But if I had to choose… petit filet mignon cooked medium rare with lots of A-1 sauce; garlic mashed potatoes; some cheese tortellini with pesto; a small caesar salad; chocolate mousse with raspberries. Washed down with ice water, a little merlot (if the Warden permits), and then finished with coffee with lots of sugar.
Mmmmmmmm. Is it lunchtime yet…?
Veal parmesan with angel-hair pasta and marinara sauce.
Pepperoni pizza – Chicago style.
Egg rolls.
Henry Weinhardt’s Root Beer.
Tin Roof Sundae ice cream.
And, just before I go, a Cuban cigar. I’m a non-smoker, but I’ve always had the urge to try one. What’s it gonna do – kill me?
Campbell’s tomato soup, saltine crackers, and PB&J. It’s been comfort food since my childhood, and I think I’d want something calming and familiar. Probably wouldn’t be able to eat, though.
Chicken fried steak with garlic mashed potatoes (red potatoes with the skins left on) covered in country gravy with a side of buttery corn on the cob and biscuits. Dessert would be a double layer fudge cake with brownie batter ice cream on top.
Steak and onions, french fries, apple pie, and ice cream, as requested by Francis (Two-Gun) Crowley on January 21, 1932. The ice cream arrived frozen solid, and there wasn’t time for it to thaw, so it was heated up and Crowley “drank a pint of multicolored goo.”
That’s how I’d like to spend my last moments - full of multicolored goo.
I think I’d go with a full plate of BBQ from Lexington #1. Ribs, chopped, hush puppies, slaw…the works. Washed down with a Cheerwine.
Chicken Tikka Masalal, Panang Curry Togu, or Pad Thai. With kimchee. Mango lassi to drink. And, for desert, a slice of good pecan pie.
Honestly, I’d probably just ask the chef what he could make best and select from that. I’d hate to ask for something like Tom Ka Gai and get it and it was truly horrid because he’d never made it.
A brace of ortolans prepared in the classic style.
Taco Bell. I want to die every time I eat that shit.
A cheese burger with cheese fries with hot sauce and lots of ketchup. Some pickle spears and coleslaw on the side.
2 glasses of Coke with three ice cubes each.
Hostess twinkies and cupcakes for dessert with a glass of milk.
As I wrote this I felt hungry, but as I read it I felt nauseated.
Assuming a typical restaurant lineup of appetizer, entree and dessert:
mozzarella sticks with ranch dressing
tortellini alfredo with sausage slices in it
chocolate chip cheesecake
And for beverage, screw the diet stuff. Root beer, please!
Yeah, what’s with the diet sodas? Still watching your figure?
I’m not sure that they’d allow the consumption of alcohol, but for me that’s key. This meal without beer is like a peanut butter and jelly sandwich without the peanut butter.
Clam chowder
Dinner rolls with margar – screw it, butter!
A nice cold wheat beer
King crab legs with drawn butter and lemon
A baked potato with sour cream
A green salad with bleu cheese dressing. A croutons. Lots and lots of croutons.
Creme brulee – three servings!
Fresh Dodo, I’ll wait while you find it.
If I go to Death Row, I hope it’s somewhere near New York city. The best steakhouse in the world is Peter Luger’s in Brooklyn. My list:
Caesar salad with anchovies
Red wine French onion soup
Peter Luger’s Porterhouse steak, medium well, with their special steak sauce on the side
Garlic mashed potatoes and garlic-sauteed spinach
2-lb. steamed Maine lobster with lemon and drawn butter
1 bottle of Samuel Smith’s Oatmeal Stout
ample icewater
1 bottle of 2001 Nine Tails (Tasmania) Shiraz or 2001 Rosemount Estates (Australia) Shiraz (if Nine Tails is unavailable)
Dark chocolate mousse cake with raspberry sauce
1 cup of Earl Grey tea
Thank god it’s lunchtime.
Chicken fried steak, french fries, mashed potatoes, a tub of gravy, one scoop of every flavor Ben&Jerry ice cream covered with whipped cream, a bottle of wine, peppermint white cocoa and peppermint Peeps.
To hell with being a sober vegetarian
All the death-row/last-meal stories in the gangster era - when New York and Hollywood had a virtual monopoly on the creation of popular culture - used to come from Sing Sing, the world’s most famous prison and the source of the colloquialism “to be sent up the river” (in this case the Hudson).
I’d have:
spicy orange chicken and 5 or 6 orders of cream cheese wontons from Pick Up Stix
bean burrito with cheese and sour cream and a lot of hot salsa
pepperoni and pinapple pizza with bbq sauce instead of marinara
chicken fried steak, garlic mashed potatoes, and buttermilk biscuits completely drowning in sausage gravy.
I may not finish it all but I would savor each bite of the items above.
Arugula, bleu cheese and vinaigrette salad
(or, alternately, cobb salad)
Prime rib, medium rare
Au gratin potatoes
One pepsi with crushed ice
and we’ll finish it off with raspberry cheesecake topped with white chocolate whipped cream
Oh my god… I’ve never wanted to be executed so badly in all my life.