The finer things in life

Food. Food is one of the finer things in life. Good food, that is. Last week Washington DC celebrated "Restaurant Week." Restaurant Week involves many of DC's fancy schmancy and expensive restaurants offering 3 course meals on a pre-fixed price of $20.08 for lunch and $30.08 for dinner. These places are usually well beyond my budget, so this is a great deal. I was able to go to the Fourth Estate Restaurant at the National Press Club as well as Georgetown's own 1789. These are the kinds of restaurants where the valet helps you out of the car, the waiter scoots in your chair, and you have to know the difference between a salad fork and a dinner fork. Both meals were delicious and the atmospheres were elegant. I felt like a real socialite eating at such fine establishments.

Tonight I am again heading out with my friends to eat at a fine establishment. Bob Evans. I love Bob Evans. Love it. (For those of you in the West, Bob Evans is a family diner. Much like Denny's or Village Inn only its like 1 millions times better.) I've been excited for this outing all week. Probably more excited than for my meals last week. My good friends, the Little Truckers, and I started a tradition of dining at Bob Evans on our first trip to somewhere. (The Little Truckers have decreed that we will take an annual trip somewhere until we die. DIE.) It quickly became one of our favorite places to stop. While 2 of my Little Truckers have since moved out of DC, one will be in town this week and 3 of the Little Truckers will be heading to Bob Evans tonight and can't wait.

Our dear friend Mr. Bob Evans passed away in June and I wrote this poem to commemorate his life and our loss.


Ode to Bob…

Dear Mr Evans we’re your number one fans!
To celebrate your life we lend you our hands.
I’ll always treasure the fond memories we shared
And the many fine meals for me you prepared.
Turkey dinner and mashed potatoes,
Fresh house salad with tomatoes,
40 cents more for bacon and cheese.
Your Oreo pie makes me weak in the knees.
Flakey biscuits with butter and jam,
Eggs and hash browns with a slice of ham.
Fresh from the oven come your buttery rolls.
“Bob’s Sausage Chili” fills up our bowls.
You’ve now gone on to the life hereafter
And we morn the loss of a culinary master!
So raise your glass and grab the Pepto
To Bob, whose food we love and know.