iChef
07-01-2008, 02:40 AM
On the road again...
Of course I won't only be traveling by road. I will be in the air, on the water, in different states, all the way across the country. I will be in San Jose, Denver, New Jersey, New York City, Westchester, Connecticut, Myrtle Beach, Pawleys Island, Georgia, and finally San Francisco.
There will be drinking, eating, laughing, visiting, lounging, swimming, crabbing, gambling, more drinking and eating and so on and so on...
I hope to keep posting to let you know what's happening around the country and I will be rating, reviewing, offering opinions and suggestions along the way. I will be posting here and at The Irascible Chef. (http://irasciblechef.com)
Buckle up and enjoy the ride! (that was for Doug)
—iChef (http://irasciblechef.com)
Danville Mike
07-01-2008, 09:43 AM
I'm looking forward to your reports!
Cheers,
Mike
iChef
07-01-2008, 12:38 PM
Thanks Mike!
I'm in Denver—87 degrees and mix of sun and clouds. Just had a Guinness and a chicken sandwich with bacon, swiss, and honey mustard dressing—very outstanding! The bartender was also excellent and he made the experience! All this and still in the airport. My connecting flight was at the complete opposite end of airport—of course!
The United Checker Cab was ontime this morning which came oh so quickly at 5:45 am. Finished packing at 2:30 am—you do the math. Oh, and I looked at the clock every ten minutes until 5 am.
My Executive Sous Chef woke up just in time to sew a missing button on my shirt and a hug goodbye—Two very pleasant surprises!
It's been a fantastic morning so far!
About to board for NYC!
—iChef (http://irasciblechef.com)
iChef
07-06-2008, 05:19 PM
This would never happen in the real world with adults… Right.
The flight I’m on right now which was already delayed because of who-knows-what—flight arrived late, unloading, restocking, and cleaning, equipment issues, blah blah blah… and then while we’re waiting for the arming of doors, cell phones to be turned off, instructions if we land in the sea, or my personal favorite—seat belt instructions…, there’s this barking. Not barking orders like, if you don’t sit down we can’t take-off, or this is a nonsmoking flight (is there any other fucking kind?) don’t disable the smoke detectors (because without a smoke detector we wouldn’t know if someone was breaking the rules in the one foot by one foot pisser— maybe its that they know the intelligence of the average smoker—“maybe nobody will notice if I smoked a cigarette”) No, it’s the barking that’s coming from a small and… actually it’s not barking at all, it’s more like squeaking. The noise a rat makes when caught in one of those adhesive traps, laying on its side squirming, getting more stuck with that little dribble of blood coming out—stupid rat believes there’s a chance of escape. “Bark, woof, squeak,” the heads start turning and bending, followed by the comments, “WTF! Is that a dog? Who has a dog on a plane?” Finally, a flight attendant tells the woman who smuggled the rat, I mean dog in her purse onto a plane that she can’t have a loose dog on a plane, without a carrier, without a paid seat, the dog needs to go below. Riddle me this, Batman: How did she get the damn dog (and I’m being generous) on a plane in the first place?
Flight attendant: “I’m going to have to ask you to come with me.”
Smuggler: “No, I will not.”
Oh-no, this is going to cause further delays! Oh-boy this is going to be good! Police, or maybe even the undercover Federal Marshals—dragging, kicking, screaming… After all this could be some kind of trained attack dog waiting till we’re airborne, a coordinated effort, or even a test of the system—it’s possible!
Meeting in the front of the plane, possible caving on policy, posse retuning. Power in numbers.
The waterworks start and then the “I was told by someone who was told by so-in-so, who is the son of a sailor man,” excuses.
Followed by, “I’m sorry that’s what you were told by the dog doesn’t ride on the inside of the plane and you need to follow me now.”
Smuggler: “NO, it’s not fair.”
Flight attendant: “Mam, it’s not fair to everyone on this flight.”
Smuggler: “No, it’s not fair to me.”
Let’s see, she sneaks a dog on a plane, lets the dog out of her handbag (on the floor), (the fact that she snuck the dog on is proof enough she knows it’s wrong,) and it’s not fair to her. What century is she living? Is she aware that you don’t pull stunts on airplanes or argue with flight attendants???
Flight attendant: “Last chance.”
Will there be news at 11? Will I be interviewed? Will I have more of a story to tell?
Nah, she got up, no one even clapped or thanked her. And it was over.
After take-off the guy sitting in front of me (aisle seat), who is actually sitting on my lap when he put his seat back, gets up to go to the bathroom. And the woman sitting in his row next to the window climbs up on top, feet on the armrests, and walks over the person sitting next to her and knocks over the guys drink… She says I’m glad he wasn’t here to see that as she’s trying to straighten his area before he comes back…
It doesn’t matter if you’re in 8th grade or 45… (http://www.irasciblechef.com/dogs-and-planes-don%e2%80%99t-mix/#more-77)
—iChef (http://irasciblechef.com)