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- Denny's #6917
- Santa Clara, California
- 22 June 2001
- 10:20pm PDT
- 1745 El Camino Real
- (408) 243-6053
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- Attendees: P7A77, Adder
- Wait-person(s): Mary Ann
- What we ate: P7A77 - Western Wing Round-Up Skillet (half bbq / half buffalo), Water; Adder - Scram Slam (w/ Hashbrowns covered & smothered, wheat toast), Coffee
- So what do a couple of good-lookin' guys in the prime of their late youth slash early young adulthood do with themselves on a nice, warm Summer night? I'll give ya a hint... There was a farmer had a dog... That's right, kids... BINGO!
- We got to the Bingo hall about half an hour early. Size it up. Grab the good seats. Put the ol' stare on the octogenarians. Let 'em know who rolled into town. Of course, the Early Bird rounds were in full swing, so all the seats near the snack bar were taken. No worries, we eased our way to a clear table and set up camp.
- An acquaintance gave me a bit of info I might need to know before I went, so I knew what a dauber was and that I needed one. I was told it's usually easiest to play two cards, but they had a special for buy two get one free, so we each got three. At the time I thought we played one bingo square each on every sheet per game. Oh, was I wrong. More on that later.
- We couldn't quite get how people knew what to do. Bingo's not just five in a row, no siree. It's crazy box patterns and multiple rows and criss-crosses and all evens for free and oh so many combinations. It wasn't quite clear what method was for each round. But then we finally saw there was a big lighted board telling us that, so we relaxed.
- Then the game started. Oh my god. Yeah, you think about it, it seems easy. They call a number, you look for it on your card, you mark it with the dauber, you wait for the next number. Yeah. It's not one square per sheet, it's one sheet per game. That was eighteen bingo boards each we had to pay attention to on each round. And those numbers went FAST. Sure, they showed a video with the next ball to be called, and they had a board keeping track of it all, but until you've actually done it, don't judge our lack of preparedness. Adder couldn't hack it, so he went down to two. My OCD kicked in (and the thought of missing a potential winning card) so I took over and did four sheets for a while. That didn't last long.
- I finally got into the swing of things. Some folks sitting near us helped us out from time to time. I got the rhythm of scanning the cards quickly. Almost won a couple of times. But then, practically everyone almost wins. When all was said and done, we had a somewhat creepy feeling. We enjoyed ourselves. We're just not sure why.
- Four hours later, we were at Denny's. I wanted to get something new, and saw the Western Wing Round-Up Skillet. It was all BBQ wings, but I was pretty sure I'd be able to get the waitress to do it half Buffalo style. It would have been easier if I had been able to pronounce the name of the item. The waitress mocked me for getting tongue-tied, but when challenged, she couldn't say it three times real fast. So there. Nyeah. But hey, she did do halvsies for me.
- Maybe she felt the eternal shame of having lost her honor at not pronouncing the menu items, but she was a horrible waitress. Well, not horrible. She didn't have sores on her arm, and bodily fluids didn't find their way into our food. But she didn't check up on us, either, and Adder didn't get much coffee. When we tried for the free stuff, she wouldn't even talk to us; she just handed us over to the manager, Gurardo. We still didn't get anything. Adder, ever the gentleman, paid for my meal, so I left a nice tip. Adder said he wouldn't have.
- WAY: undetermined
- Free Stuff: nothing
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- Denny's #6375
- San Francisco, California
- 24 June 2001
- 1:10pm PDT
- 1700 Post Street
- (415) 563-1400
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- Attendees: P7A77, Adder, Sonya
- Wait-person(s): undetermined
- What we ate: P7A77 - Spam, Scrambled Eggs, Kimchee, Steamed Rice, Milk, Coke; Adder - Farmer's Slam, Hashbrowns, Coke; Sonya - Club Sandwich, Coke, Grasshopper Blaster Milkshake
- Adder come down to visit me for Bingo in San Jose, so I returned the favor for Pride March with him and his lovely wife in San Francisco. And rather than take the advice we received there as to what we should eat, we went to Denny's in Japantown.
- You read that right. I ate Spam. At Denny's. That's why I wanted to go there in the first place. I'd heard from many people that one can get Spam there. I'm not afraid to say that I like Spam. I've made it several times myself. One of my favorite things to do is fry up some Spam, scramble some eggs (with white and yellow American cheese melted on top), toast up some sourdough, slop on some mayonnaise, add a touch of Tabasco, and throw it all together. That's right. Moons Over My Spammy.
- But I digress. Turns out I couldn't just have them serve Spam with any meal (or possibly follow my Moons recipe), but had to order it from a special menu, as part of a special meal. Rice and Kimchee, with the eggs. Hell yeah! Korean food with Spam in the Japantown Denny's. Bring it on! I ordered Coke when I sat down, but once I saw that I was getting kimchee, I added milk to my order. I ain't no fool.
- The food wasn't bad. I was a little frightened of the kimchee. It was stuffed in a little monkey dish, but every time I pulled a piece out, twice as much seemed to replace it. The Spam was... well... it was Spam. Would have been better on a sandwich. But still tasty and Spamariffic!
- The Denny's itself is pretty cool. Part of a little mini shopping area, and it's two stories. It was very small and very crowded, but they were very fast. We were in and out faster than we usually are at most other Denny's on a good night. So was Adder's food. He suffered from food poisoning shortly after we left. I was fine, though. No more or less gassy than usual. Mmm, kimchee.
- WAY: undetermined
- Free Stuff: diarrhea
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