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Post by Blade Runner on Jan 20, 2005 7:02:03 GMT -5
Jesus, i've been pissed for 3 days now, at least i still have some good food to eat
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Post by mattw65 on Jan 28, 2005 18:43:14 GMT -5
I got no story of being drunk myself (other than I get drunk then I get sick, yeah wonderful image I know, but I just never get beyond that point).
But there was one of my friends who we always used to torment when we'd been out drinking. He had a mega weak stomach and we'd always manage to make him puke by doing something like the following.
"You know what I really fancy now is a fry up!"
"Oh, yeah! With bacon, sausages, fried bread, mushrooms, beans and a fried egg!"
"Yeah, and an extra helping of grease."
"Will you guys shut up!"
"Yeah really greasy fried bacon."
"Shut up!"
"And the sausages have to be cooked in lard. A really large bit of lard. Oh the thought of watching it melting in the frying pan is making me feel hungry."
"Shut the "F" up."
There's no need to go on 'cos you can probally guess the rest.
But on average this conversation would often go on for about 10 - 15 minute with around 5 of us running through how we'd cook the fry up and how much grease/fat we'd use.
It always had the same result.
"Oh shit, I'm gonna......." followed by a mad rush for the front door and our friend hurling all over the footpath/doorstep.
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Post by ViperPilotMomma on Jan 28, 2005 19:26:24 GMT -5
But on average this conversation would often go on for about 10 - 15 minute with around 5 of us running through how we'd cook the fry up and how much grease/fat we'd use. It always had the same result. "Oh shit, I'm gonna......." followed by a mad rush for the front door and our friend hurling all over the footpath/doorstep. Surprised he lasted that long! Man, you guys were cruel. |
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Post by RedSalmon on Jan 28, 2005 20:10:12 GMT -5
I had a work exchange about 15 years ago, where I went up to the Telford branch of the A/V company I worked for in Guildford (UK). I had to stay with the Telford manager's parents for a week.
Now his dad used to run a roadside cafe, and I had it on good advice that this guy cooked the best fry up north of Watford. So at 7.30 on the first morning I came down stairs for breakfast all expectant.
Now, you have to understand, I was staying with very proud welcoming people, I was a guest and it was my first day.
What I actually got should have been in a soup bowl. The fried egg was a submerged yellow dot, bacon rashers 8mm thick ("I cut that myself!!") with chunks of bone, baked beans floating, desperately swimming for the plate edges, crisp fried bread limping like melted wax and something I guessed was once half a tomatoe subjected to ten minutes of a bunsen burner. All oozing in black crusty frying pan fat, with the proud chef bug eyed waiting for appraisal.
There was no way.
Forking out the sausages into to two slices of toast and a bit of ketchup trying to salvage the situation, I appologised and made up the excuse "I needed to be in early" and that "I'm not really a breakfast person".
When I got to the warehouse, after discarding the sandwich, there seemed to be a suspicious amount of enquiry on what I had for breakfast that morning.
For the rest of the week, I decided to wake up later.
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Post by mattw65 on Jan 28, 2005 20:23:36 GMT -5
But you've missed the point completely, that's how an English fried breakfast is supposed to be.
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Post by ViperPilotMomma on Jan 28, 2005 20:24:53 GMT -5
Makes me wonder who actually cooked the food at his cafe.
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Post by RedSalmon on Jan 28, 2005 20:28:04 GMT -5
But you've missed the point completely, that's how an English fried breakfast is supposed to be. Yes, but there's fry, shallow fry, deep fat fry, then Matt's dad's vat of boiling oil.. |
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Post by RedSalmon on Jan 28, 2005 20:30:39 GMT -5
Makes me wonder who actually cooked the food at his cafe. He did, I drove past his road side trailer, seemed to be a few lorry drivers hanging around the serving flap. I guess the fat's not so much of a problem on a flat griddle. |
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Post by ViperPilotMomma on Jan 28, 2005 20:54:41 GMT -5
He did, I drove past his road side trailer, seemed to be a few lorry drivers hanging around the serving flap. I guess the fat's not so much of a problem on a flat griddle. I would have to agree with you that the flat griddle would probably alleviate the excessive grease issue. I worked one of those flat, cafeteria style griddles once and at least the one that I used had a sloped track in the front of it that you could scrape the excess 'stuff' off the griddle into that lead to a grease trap underneath. As for the presence of customers, could just be a lack of options (to borrow part of a favorite line from Armageddon) that lead them to frequent the place. Its not exactly my first choice for good grub. VPM |
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Post by darthyrox on Jan 29, 2005 15:06:05 GMT -5
Well October 31, Halloween, I walked up to TGI Fridays around 2:30 pm to watch the second half of the Ravens' football game. I began drinking Long Island Iced Teas, got drunk & passed out. When I woke up, it was 1:30 am & I was sitting on my couch. At least they were nice enought to get me home safe & sound! Oh, when I went back I was told that I had passed out after the eighth Long Island Iced Tea.
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Post by OoohFrak on Jan 29, 2005 15:48:40 GMT -5
I was 2. I shit you not.
I had really bad asthma as a little child. Nearly died once. Had a lot of the attacks start in my sleep. My doctors wanted my mom to put me on tranquilizers to keep that from happening. This was right after all the thalidomides birth defects, and my mom was very paranoid about giving tranquilizers to a 2 year old for obvious reasons.
My mom decided to try beer first before trying the tranquilizers. Half a can of Bud. Well, Little Frak got smashed and went out like a light. Did that for 2 years. Never had another night asthma attack. I ended up growing out of it before I left elementary school.
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Post by RedSalmon on Jan 29, 2005 20:43:43 GMT -5
I agree, but a good breakfast is like that KFC pang you get, for no good reason and all the bad ones forgotten, you just can't help yourself.
Or a donner kebab after a skin full. There's just no explanation.
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Post by RedSalmon on Jan 29, 2005 20:46:01 GMT -5
Well October 31, Halloween, I walked up to TGI Fridays around 2:30 pm to watch the second half of the Ravens' football game. I began drinking Long Island Iced Teas, got drunk & passed out. When I woke up, it was 1:30 am & I was sitting on my couch. At least they were nice enought to get me home safe & sound! Oh, when I went back I was told that I had passed out after the eighth Long Island Iced Tea. You were lucky, if you'd been in my position, with the mates I used to hang out with, you'd have been put on a train heading north, with a one way ticket and no wallet.  |
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Post by RedSalmon on Jan 29, 2005 20:50:10 GMT -5
I was 2. I shit you not. I ended up growing out of it before I left elementary school. ;D I've heard of brandy being used for teathing, but beer for breathing is a first. Cinzano is the usual reason people don't drink post pubescence. After it was the last bottle in the cupboard at that bad teenage party, when someones parents went away, word went around, the house got trashed and your best mate had just 'got off' with the girl you'd fancied all year.  Cinzano, just don't do it kids!!! |
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Post by ladyrheena on Feb 1, 2005 4:55:00 GMT -5
Well my dog will drink beer, only French beer mind you. By comparison I don't drink at all, as I've yet to find an alcoholic drink I can have more than a mouthful of without feeling ill.
On the other hand, I'm a cheap date as after half a glass of Ribena I'll moonwalk for anyone... ;D
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