Fries and Propaganda: More Adult, but the Lack of Fry Generosity Persists

Old Town Pub, Ballard, Seattle, 1/6/06. Special guests Nat and Robert. There is some initial discussion about whether the fries at Old Town, which are merely seasoned with parmesan et c., will be acceptable within the guidelines of the study, or whether special-ordering another cheese would be appropriate.

Jen: I don't know. I think provolone compromises the mission.
Nat: Provolone is delicious!
J: But your opinion doesn't matter.
N: If they arrive, I'm gonna eat them!
Gus: I need your napkin. (takes it)
J: Hey!
G: More than you do.

G: I need to take you for fries at the Monkey next time you're in New York. They already had the best fries anywhere, and then for other bar food they had this hot sundried-tomato-feta dip. It usually came with broccoli, then with pita pieces, but we just used it for the fries. Best EVER.
(the fries arrive)
J: They are seasoned fries. You cannot eat all of them! I know you will try. I got a BMT because I specifically wanted to eat the fries!

* * *

G: (steals a fry from Robert)
J: Just steal a fry, why don't you! (Nat tries to steal one of her fries.) I meant her! I can't feed both! Where is my napkin!?
G: Where's my fork? Oh, there.
Robert: Wow, these fries are tasty!
J: They technically qualify as cheese fries -- there is cheese on top of the fries.

* * *

G: (hissing noise)
J: (confused look)
G: Hiccups!
R: Oh, I thought you'd just sprung a leak!

* * *

(Buena Vista Social Club is playing. They sing along.)
J: Chan-chan.
G: Chan-chan.

* * *

J: Oh! You take the cheesiest bite! You are a harsh bitch! You can take Robert's from here on! Mofo! He's got more cheese, anyway.
G: Not cheesy enough.
J: (sarcastic) Oh! I'm sorry to hear it! I thought they were!
G: It's sort of a more adult cheese fry.
J: Which I'm quite frankly not ready for.

* * *

G: Jen has adequacy issues about Calcifer.
J: Adequacy?
R: For most people, twelve inches are enough, but not Jill!
J: Inadequacy issues for me AND Ernesto!
R: Is Ernesto a twelve-inch iBook?
G: I like how fast he picked up on that.

* * *

R: I think these fries should count.
J: They're too adult.
R: You can call them "yuppie fries."
J: At least we're not 30!
G: (dark look)
R: You're a year and a half away!
J: (to Nat) Do you still have your counter?
N: I wrote a script when I was 25 to count down the days left until I turned 30.
G: Everything is insanely peppery here.
J: In a good way!

* * *

G: Ay, mama! Que paso?
J: (lassos her)

Posted by Gus at January 15, 2006 11:55 PM