Saturday, May 19, 2007

Sneaky Dylan.

My brother Dylan went to Dallas this evening for dinner with some friends to celebrate a birthday. The restaurant they went to is called The Magic Time Machine, somewhat famous for its crazy atmosphere and waitstaff dressed as movie or storybook characters. The atmosphere has to be entertaining to make up for the menu, which is limited, overpriced, and only moderately tasty. (Unless you say you're paying for the experience, which is really the most comforting way to think about it.) After their waiter, Superman, took their drink orders Dylan excuses himself to go to the bathroom, then leaves and goes across the street to Freebirds to order a five pound burrito stuffed with steak, cheese, rice, avocado, probably some bacon and scrambled eggs, and pico de gallo all wrapped in a cayenne tortilla the size of a frisbee. He ate the whole thing and washed it down with a delicious Corona. Then, licking the sauce off his fingers, Dylan jogs back across Belt Line Road and returns to The Magic Time Machine.
When he slid back into the booth with his friends, they say, "Where were you?"
And Dylan goes, "BIG dump."

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