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Creativity starves insanity
Walking back from the wrong direction, and nearly diving into a residential area replete with ankle biting dogs, the appetisers at the Lone Star in Warwick Farm meet up just on time. The other guys from the Comic Shop only just make it into the starters. Perfect timing thanks to not knowing east from west in the dark and street signs.
Bacon and cheesy fries dripping with cholesterol. Pumpkin wedges that are just on the right side of sharp and crunchy. Chicken that slips right off the bone. Garlic bread that can knock someone out. Fish that burn the mouth with the sudden release of air trapped under the bread crumbs.
Then comes the Big T on a medium burn and a pot of gravy. Salad? Yes, with French dressing. Though only the radish is worth breaking space. Taking off the charred, the steak makes an easy way over and down the throat into the stomach. A few ribs make an appearance and are done over in quick style. The food here takes no effort at all in consuming. The sauces may hinder, but more often than not spark a side dish.
Deceptive floors at the Steakhouse. Connections between the feet and the wood are made before they even have enough time to adjust. Boot scootin' line dancing to Cotton-Eye Joe isn't as hard to deal with as trying to listen in on what the girls are saying as they clap-clap to a birthday sundae. Light in ice cream, it's heavy in cake that keeps the eyeballs darting back and forth with an upright back in the breaking hours before dawn. The date is off a few months, nobody cares about the deception.
All the build up of the night flitters away as the others fall over in defeat at their not quite finished plates. Disappointing effort from their stomachs. The challenger takes the night with a constant stream of food that still feels like wanting more.
Soon Van - Saturday, 18 June 2005 - 15:10
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