A few weeks ago (maybe even a few months)...
I used to go out and have breakfast with a buddy of mine every weekend. It kinda worked out real convenient that way, you know? By the time I got our of work, he was just waking up, so I'd go grab him every Saturday morning, we would go to Denny's. Those of you unfamiliar with Denny's, it's like an all night diner. They serve mostly breakfast foods. They have other items, but stick with the breakfast foods. Trust me on that one.
Anyways, for the last few weeks, my buddy and I've been going to Denny's and every time I walk in the door, I say to my friend, "I think I'm going to order the Nachos today." He'd reply with something like, "You're a braver man than I", or "what's wrong with you?" I always chicken out at the last minute, when the waitress is standing in front of me, and always end up getting scrambled eggs and bacon. It's really hard to mess up scrambled eggs and bacon, whereas you can very easily mess up something like nachos, you know?
Well this time, as usual, I was walking into the restaurant with my friend and I said, "I think I'm going to get the Nachos this time. For real". And this time, I did really have a craving for nachos. Denny's is probably not the best place to get nachos, though. Regardless, I had a hankering, and I needed it satiated. So I walked in with all the intentions of getting me some tasty nachos.
It was fairly early in the morning, so the place was rather empty. Only two other tables were occupied besides from me and my friend. One table was a table of this old couple out for an early breakfast. It looked like they were going to (maybe coming from) golf or tennis or something, because the lady was still wearing her white visor on her head. They were in matching shirt and shorts, the old man with his white socks hiked up to his knee. They were sitting across from each other in a booth, each with a different section of the newspaper. To be honest, I was a bit envious of them. By the looks of it, they looked like they'd been sharing the newspaper together for many years. It was very nice to see.
The other table was a table of four men. Four Mennenites I assumed, because they were dressed like the Amish but I didn't see a horse and buggy out in the parking lot. Where could they have walked from, I have no idea, as this Denny's is located right off the highway. The four men were dressed in black slack and shoes, white button down shirts, grey vests. They all had beards and no mustache. On the corner of their chairs hung a black hat. It was like a scene from the 19th century strangely placed in modernity.
I quietly made a joke to my friend about a house being built somewhere as we sat down.
The waiter was this overtly gay black guy feeling very much outside his element serving this aging white couple, a table of amish looking men, and me and my friend, all eyeing each other with quiet disapproval. A very curious slice of Americana, I thought. The waiter came and took our drink order (two coffees) and we sat perusing the menu. I had already had my heart set on the nachos, you see.
The waiter goes back to the table of bearded men to drop off their breakfast. He brings a big tray and sets various dishes of eggs, toast, omelettes, sets down a bottle of ketchup, hot sauce and walks away. My friend and I are remarking on the horrible choice of music that is piped in through the dining room. I've been there a few times now and there seems to be two stations at this particular Denny's. One channel is country-pop, and the other is oldies/soul station. The country-pop to me, is like ear rape with the flag and it makes me say things like, "Merca'll kick yerass!!!" (That's "America will kick your ass" in case if you need a translation) Oldies/soul, I can deal with. This particular day, it was the old red, white and blue waving in the truckbed kinda music and I was saying things like, "Y'kin git out!" when it happened.
One of the amish looking fellas turned to us and said, "Excuse me, they gave us too much food. Would one of you guys like a free breakfast?"
I said, "what?"
I know. Not the sharpest knife out of the drawer, you know? I'm not nearly as quick on my feet as I like to think I am.
He says, "I ordered the french toast and they gave me french toast and a vegetable omelette. Would you like either of these?"
I'm not the one to turn down free food so I said, "Well, if you ordered the french toast, you should have it. If you're not going to eat the vegetable omelette, I'll gladly take it from you." I thanked him as he handed me his vetetable omelette and the accompanying toast. By the time the waiter came back with our coffees, I had already had a few plates in front of me. He looked at me puzzled. I said, "Well, I didn't bring these with me. I got a free breakfast from those nice gentlemen over there. Can you bring me some hot sauce please?" As the waiter walked away with my friend's order, my friend said to me, "So. No nachos for you today either, huh?"
Now I am very much a carnivore. As a matter of fact, if I don't have a piece of meat with my meal, I feel cheated somewhat. So a vegetable omelette is something I would never order. Still, I have to tell you that vegetable omelette was the best omelette I had in a long while. A little dash of human kindness turns out to be great seasoning. It was delicious, very satisfying. Perhaps even more so because it came from quaint bearded folk.
So the Lord God sent the Mennenites to save me from the nachos.
And the best part is I didn't have to put out.
Hope your day's going well.
Grape.



