On the menu: Nothing!
Looking for food in all the wrong places
06/16/2012 2:28 PM
Mike Abi, manning the grill at the Alhambra booth, grilling chicken kabobs.
Carmen Capozzola, visiting from Cincinnati, noshing on grilled corn on the cob from Nicholas Quality Meats.
My late father-in-law used to love messing with waiters at restaurants. When asked if he was interested in dessert, he’d request rhubarb pie. The server routinely apologized, not knowing he or she was being had.
Either as an homage to the rhubarb pie bit or because I saw no evidence whatsoever of nerd swag, I decided it would be fun to annoy a sampling of Taste of Randolph purveyors.
This was the gambit: I went to people displaying non-food-related services and asked them what kind of food they had.
Com-Ed looked like a good place to start. I inquired, “What food are you serving?” The perplexed power-mongers cheerfully explained, “we don’t have anything to eat—we’re here to tell you about grid modernization!”
Yummy! The Big Swing City dance class booth didn’t have anything to munch on, either, but one of the dancers told me “we actually help burn calories!”
The Zipcar people had zilch to eat so I walked up to the bored-looking Master Shield rep. When I asked what they were serving, she responded: “Nothing—just gutters.”
I decided to end the experiment after I encountered a guy hawking Chicago Tribune subscriptions. He seemed more than a little hostile when I asked if they had food, responding, “NO! Why would we!!?!”
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By WeLo from stfuxoxo@gmail.com
Posted: 06/20/2012 4:08 PM
Based on the dozens of folks who decided to use our front shrubbery as a urinal, I would guess that alcohol, and not food, was the top offering on the menu at Taste of Randolph.