How about a nice old-fashioned stream-of-consciousness weekend recap? Good, let’s begin.
On Friday, The Geester and I met up with Tim and Angela and Audrey for dinner at the Brickstore. (For the record, the Brickstore is a greater asset to the Atlanta metro area than Coca-Cola, Stone Mountain, Georgia Tech, and all of Gwinnett county combined. Go ahead, try to argue.) Following a festive fall meal and a couple drinks, we visited Casa de Georges to check it out now that they’re all moved in. They live in the size house Gia and I need to live in. It’s nice having plenty of space, but we both freely admit that our house is excessive. We called it a relatively early night because …
… we got up early on Saturday and high tailed it over to Athens for the game. Our original plan was to simply show up, tail gate for a couple hours, tool around downtown during the first part of the game, and then beat traffic back to Atlanta. We happened across a couple tickets on Friday, so we ended up going into the game and staying through the third quarter. I’ve noticed lately that I am amassing a multitude of wildly unpopular opinions with regards to the University of Georgia Bulldogs. I will aggregate the significant ones here:
- I like Michael Adams and I like what he’s done for the University over the past ten years.
- Removing Vince Dooley was the right decision.
- Munson should have called it a career after last season.
- Going through the logistics of watching a game in person at Sanford is a COLOSSAL PAIN IN THE ASS. It’s one thing if someone is like, “Here’s a ride, here’s a ticket, here’s a beer, here’s a place to sleep.” I will be hard pressed organize it again on my own any time soon.
Obviously, the first three items are merely a vehicle to get to the last item. To anyone who thinks, “WTF?! U don’t luv TEH BULLDOGS,” I say dissent, patriotism, etc. I love Athens and we are going to try to get up there more often, but game days are an awful lot of work.
Yesterday, after sleeping in (but still arising at around 8:30 because apparently we are adults), we decided to seek out a new breakfast spot reasonably near the house. Yelp listed the Vermont Mustard Co. with high reviews, so we decided to put our collective appetites in their hands for the morning.
I give it a very solid, “Meh.” The hard part (the food) was the best part, which is the most important detail. My eggs and bacon and sausage and multigrain toast were all expertly prepared.
It was the easy stuff that will cause me to think twice before enthusiastically returning any time soon. The most egregious error is still hard to comprehend. Plastic silverware. And really shitty, Delta-coach plastic silverware to boot. The short, flexible kind. You know what I’m talking about. And while the playtime fork and knife were the most obnoxious, the food was also served on flimsy, plastic plates. The kind you can almost see through. I ordered a coffee and a water and was handed two 20 oz styrofoam cups. Who the fuck uses styrofoam cups? (The coffee itself was decidedly “Meh” too, which is inexcusable, but I don’t want to talk about that.) Before you hastily bang out comments deriding me for turning my nose up at the flatware and china on which my food is served, allow me to stab you with my point.
I understand there is some sort of water situation or something threatening to bring Southeastern US civilization to its knees. Have you guys heard about this? Anyway, if VMC is serving everything on disposable wares as some sort of conservation tactic, well, I don’t know enough about the draught or how much water VMC would be saving via this tactic to offer a substantial critique. But if this IS their tactic, there was no messaging whatsoever to that end leaving me to believe that this is their standard operating procedure. And if this is, in fact, standard operating procedure, then WHAT IN THE FUCKITY FUCK? It’s 2007, and when Gia and I finished our meals, we gathered up our plastic plates and our plastic silverware and our styrofoam cups and our paper napkins and threw them all in the only trash receptacle available. The bed-wetting liberal inside me makes me want to never return to VMC for this reason alone.
But the bacon was really thick and delicious, so what are you going to do?