Alice's Restaurant

Hi guys,
Probably not many remember Arlo Guthrie and Alice's Restaurant. I had the album, but don't know the whole story, so I hope it's not a bad one. The line in the song was :You can get anything you want, in Alice's Restaurant - excepting Alice". I always thought somehow it had something to do with protesting the war. Anyway, it's seems, I have been in a restaurant or two every day, so, let's do RESTAURANT REVIEW:
Okay, we were with friends at Logans the other day. You get free peanuts, right off the bat, but apparently, the way they keep you from eating the peanuts and just leaving, is to not bring you water. They took our drink orders, 3 waters and a tea. Twenty minutes later, they came back to see if we needed refills. What are y'all drinking? Nothing, so far! We did have some hot rolls and butter. No plates. I was hoping when my pork chop comes, it will have a plate. I could just eat it like fried chicken, but the baked potato would be difficult. We go on talking another 30 minutes or so and I ask my friends, "Did we not order food?'. Yes we did. A good time was being had by all, so, on this night, we weren't too worried about the temporary starvation. Our waitress, Roxanne, was friendly and likable, but 1 fish short of being effishunt. Don't spend too much time on that. About being likable, I first chose likeable and spellcheck didn't seem to lik it. Likable seems to better describe a Popsicle. The food was great. We had the 2 for S13.99 special. I guess you don't get violins and champagne for that!.
Another establishment we visited with more friends was Long Horns. I must say they were effishunt and pleasant and the food was again very good. But, at this steak house, they did not have baked potatos, or is it potatoes. It's a tough country. You can be friends with racists and terrorists and still become president., but if you misspell potato as judge in a spelling bee, using their list, you can not even become a Wal Mart greeter!. Help me out here, Quayle. I offered the waitress to drive over to Publix, around the corner and get them some potatos. We had french fries. I later wondered why could not they have just baked some of those potatos, they were making french fries out of. Now, we have to go back a few years to an Italian restaurant at Myrtle Beach. Now when I say Italian, I'm not being racist, they actually say that on the sign. I order steak. With my steak, I ordered potatos. They could have been baked potatos or french fried potatos. I was Mr. Flexible. The diego waiter, whoops! informed me that this being an Italian restaurant, they did not serve potatos. I informed him, that if you advertise steak, it would be ridiculous not to also offer potatos. That would be like - like - having - steak without potatos! Or scrambled eggs without bacon or grits. Like having bar b without q. Okay, that didn't make sense. So the Italian waiter becomes somewhat indignant. I love how some words are almost lik a picture of what they mean. You can say "indignant" and just picture this uppity, stuffed shirt person, being totally repulsed at some otherwise daily activity of the uncouth, such as I. I'm not all that intelligent. My world view is not very fined tuned. You're perusing the writings of a lunatic. I'm the guy who thought the governor of Chicago was in trouble. If that takes you a minute, neither are you the smartest person in the world. But, even I know that there is no entire country in the world, not even in 3rd or 4th world nations, where the people don't eat potatos! You take away their potatos and they will revolt! You check it! Alexander the Great, never took away his subjects potatos. Nor did Mussilini, or even Castro. Well, I can tell you, a restaurant without potatos is a restuarant without yours truly.
I'll keep trying different restuarants and I'll let you know what I find out.
A loaf of bread, a jug of wine and look out!
I'm cooking steaks on the grill tonite. No complaints about the cook, the food, the waitress, the ambiance and no heads left on the meat! Also we are having baked potatoe!

Chow!