Tuesday, August 15, 2006

And Lest We Forget Our Roots of Trash

We went out with Ian and Arta on Sunday night looking for trash food. We explained our fascination with and addiction to the Sloppy Fingers at Christopher Martin's. Ian has been away from the United States for a long time, but I'm not sure that's even excuse enough for the SIX ORDERS OF SLOPPY FINGERS that the four of us ate in about 10 minutes flat. We asked for four orders, all on one plate, with extra blue cheese dressing, and when those were gone, and we were all sitting back in our chairs, mouths burning with satisfaction, Ian asked if we could eat any more. I said I could maybe have one. Andy said he could maybe have one. Meaning one finger EACH. So Ian ordered two more platters for the table.

And we understand that while we were at the Chinese banquet, the two of them went to another establishment on State Street and ordered yet more of the chicken fingers. Enjoy that Kiss of the Buffalo Sauce, guys.


At 11:45 PM, Anonymous Anonymous said...

Kiss of the Buffalo sauce? That's nothing compared to the kiss of the green chile!

At 10:53 AM, Anonymous sonya said...

I'm still amazed that Chef Ip recognized you from your blog photo. And now a Chinese banquet! You must have one heck of a food blog. Oh wait, you do.

At 12:38 PM, Anonymous Dead Author said...

You didn't happen to wave to us as you were leaving and we were arriving at the Baked Potato and Roasted Corn Festival, did you?

BTW, hi! It's been forever since I've seen/talked with you.


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