Haute Cuisine
It seemed a meager portion for such a pricey place––
three peas, a single escargot. Potatoes? not a trace.
They’d spilled some brown stuff on the plate and dabbed a bit of green.
No wonder other diners all looked so very lean.
Two bites and the first course was gone, the plates all whisked away,
replaced by a sparse salad little more than mounds of hay.
A tiny slivered mass of yellow with seeds sprinkled over,
a spray of oil, some flower petals and a sprig of clover.
I looked my first date in the eye to see what he might think.
As he lifted a forkful, he gave a little wink.
We consumed their tiny lamb chops, complete with ruffled cuff
and scarfed the spoonful of dessert that wasn’t near enough.
He paid the bill, retrieved our coats and walked me to his car.
“I have another treat for you,” he said. “It isn’t far.”
He pulled up to McDonalds and ordered two big macs,
large French fries and two sodas and handed me the sacks.
Afterwards, at Dairy Queen, we sealed this new romance
with Butterfinger Blizzards and then a smoldering glance.
I accepted the next course with lips and arms most eager.
And what he served me next, my dear, was anything but meager.
I do not like posh restaurants with their nouvelle cuisine.
I find their foam and slivers and seeds and piles obscene.
Their single little vegetables hung on tiny racks?
I prefer larger portions and calories served in sacks!
And that is how we bonded, your Uncle Joe and I,
over Colonel Sanders, Taco Bell and carryout Thai.
Others may impress their dates with pricey gourmet suppers,
but my true love seduced with feasts of fast food filler-uppers!
The prompt today was meager.
I always enjoy the swing of your work, JD. Salute
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Ha. Love your turn of phrase, Ron.
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All those “haute cuisine” places finally went out of business. It turns out, even rich people want a real meal for their money!
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A deserved failure.
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Loved this!!!!! Very clever!!!! 🙂
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LOL This so reminded me of a sushi restaurant across the side entrance of Teatro della Scala in Milan, my husband looking at his gorgeous plate with three little gorgeous-looking nigiri pieces on it, gorgeously arranged! That expression on his face – priceless! It was worth the price of the so-called dinner.
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Ha. Did you go out for ice cream later????
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We went to La Scala later, and then, exhilarated but ravenous, went for a REAL dinner.
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So–an upscale version of my story???
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LOL – “upscale”!
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Those last two lines are priceless 🙂
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