Holy Macaroni

One day we ended up going to the boat.* If we go out to eat before we hit our losing streak I always pray that we'll be going to White Castle. In the past it was my understanding that the closest White Castle was two an half hours away. I'm speaking of the one in Kokomo Indiana. We would go once ever couple of years or just drive past it on our way to something or someone else. I am the only person in my marriage that like White Castle burgers**. Thank God for the Internet and "find a store near you" links. I was able to find one in Michigan City. The first time I found out about it I went to Google maps and made a trip. Then we ventured out in an epic journey much like Harold and Kumar (minus drugs, naked women, hijinx and Neal Patrick Harris***).

On this particular day we did not go to White Castle.

There is a Homosexual Church, that is half restaurant. Fancy restaurant. It seems pretty normal for most places we have in town. There are lots of decorations and the walls are painted to look like something from "old towne" Italy. They have a large menu some of which is brought out in the most gourmet of fashion.

I ordered the $15.99 Jambalaya. Having only known this dish from a box of Zatarain's or the many fairs and festivals Keely and I attend, my expectations weren't exactly met when they brought out the massive bowl. Around the edges of a mound of rice seated in a swamp of red brothly liquid were several "in-shell" mussels. I like seafood so that wasn't exactly a problem. Working to pry them fully open for a glorified clam was not that appealing, although I did it. On top of the rice and mixed into it were tiny bits of chicken, sausage and there may have been a third bit, but I can't remember it now. Once again I've failed in posting close enough to the event for an even mildly accurate or informative post.

I have no idea what Shelly and Keely ordered. We drank several carafes of diet Pepsi (that's how you know it's FANCY!) When the meal was over they brought us a pile of tiny individually wrapped mints. I don't know what is wrong with us, but for not drinking we were acting pretty drunk. I know what Keely's excuse was. When we parked the Jimmy in the parking lot that was completely covered with snow, her foot went through the ice that was camouflaged under the snow just outside her door as she exited the vehicle. She landed one foot, ankle deep in a muddy puddle. She froze most of the meal and became a little dilusional.

An interesting thing about this place was the speed at which they cleaned away trash. We were beside ourselves, while waiting for them to pick up the bill we had mints and when they picked up the bill they took our wrappers. Mind you we had a pile of mints, suddenly it became a game in our weak child-like minds to strategically place wrappers all about. In this game I became a winner when I chucked a mint in it's wrapper up onto a shelf built into the wall about twelve feet high. No one is gonna take care of that one any time soon...****

*Blue chip Hotel & Casino - in Michigan City, IN.

**Yes, I absolutely understand how subjectively I'm using the word Burgers.


***After getting very involved with the show "How I met your mother" and falling in love with Neal Patrick Harris's womanizing character "Barney" I read in some magazine that he was Gay. Not that there is anything wrong with that. It just hurt my mind a little to KNOW that while he was acting like a sleazy ladies man, he really wasn't interested in women at all. Slowly after that I personally think the character began to soften and "gay-up" instead of his more popular "suit-up" that he used to do. Never the less, once the head ache goes away he's the only reason I watch that show.


****Shut up that is not a hate crime!