The Recipe (warning: language)

[Cita]

I used to work at this very cool country bar, only beer, wine and set-ups, flashy jukebox heavy on the Hank and King George, hardwood floors, and fucking GREAT burgers.

The clientelle were 90% working men, greasy, tired, rough-talking, some of them with degrees and high security clearance, a strong love for beer, just stopping by for a cold one before going home to the demands of family life.

I worked the evening shift, 4pm to close, and even after I turned off the grill, the owner told me to keep the fryer going because that way when I got someone who really needed to go home but, um, couldn't just then, I could make them the Special.

Its pretty simple: Fried potatoes topped with grated cheddar cheese, crumbled bacon, and ranch dressing.... a big ol' pile of cholesterol and alcohol absorbing calories and yum.

I no longer work at the bar, but sometimes I make the Special, just call it something different.

When he is having a bad day, I carry a big ol' plate of Shitdamnfuck into his office because everyone needs comfort food now and then.

[FlowerChild]

UM, WHY HAVE I NEVER HAD THIS?!

[Gaylon W. Stamps]

This makes me laugh! I know the bar, but I didn't know about the "special". I could have stayed longer!!! Ha.

[Sue Fagalde Lick]

Marvelous! I think a beer would go great with it.

[Ron. Lavalette]

oh, my. Sign me up. Then pass the Zocor.

[Sissy Anderson]

Shitdamnfuck, awesome!

[Cita]

Kristine.... I am with you.... its an easy thing to gussy up into something special, but sometimes just the basics suffice. Like sex. ( I could eat cilantro on a cow patty. )

[Kristine_ES]

all it needs is a tomato and cilantro and i call it perfect!
(nothing like cholesterol, alcohol, and yum, by the way! :)