So was it all great? Yes it was. Nothing could have ruined the day yesterday: my hot dog was perfect, the root beer was cold, and the peanut shells were piled high beneath my seat. How cool was the Pennant and World Series flag raising, or the first pitch ceremony? I did have some squabbles, made all the more maddening by the perfection achieved elsewhere. I can only say that for those feeling similarly, it was just the first day. Pray that a little practice makes perfect.
So why is the Farmers Market stand smaller than my bedside table? Why was there no crowd control (think stanchions and fabric dividers) for the insane people willing to wait 25 minutes for a grilled polish at Kramarczuk’s? Walking the concourse shouldn’t be that challenging. Why did my son's helmet of soft serve ice cream suck? It was the worst ice cream I have ever tasted. Truly. Dairy Queen is five times better. How can you blow ice cream in 2010?? Why did my Murray's steak sandwich come out perfectly, but the people seated on all sides of me (who I convinced to go get one, by the way) get overcooked steaks, dried buns, cold cheese, or all of the above. If Delaware North wants to get this right they need to approach this first month as the first step of many toward a final goal of perfection; this is not a time to rest on one's laurels.
After reading a post at shefzilla about Popeye’s honcho and the new health care law that requires chain restaurants to put a lot more calorie information on menu boards, I decided to troll the net for more information. I spied this little bon bon from one of my favorite journalists, Mark Morford, originally published at the San Francisco Chronicle's SFGate.
"I can think of few gigs more nightmare-inducingly, soul-deadeningly horrible than being an executive for garbage food megacorp. That is to say, a VP for McDonald's, Taco Bell, Burger King or their ilk, someone who sits around all day trying to discover new ways to manipulate, coerce, poison, and otherwise flagrantly kill millions of humans worldwide by convincing them to eat mass-produced, industrial feedlot, chemical-blasted garbage you should not feed to your dog unless you totally hate him and want him to get heart disease and die."
When Mark wrote this, I took notice, and I agree with him wholeheartedly. Who can argue once you get a look at the KFC Double Down?
Rolling out this sandwich is exactly like selling heroin to kids. This sandwich symbolizes everything wrong in our country from the relentless "win-at-all-costs attitude" of Fortune 500 companies, to the lack of accountability of our civic leaders, to the emasculation of our elected officials who allow this sort of crime against humanity to come to pass, to the amazing lack of education in this country since all I saw on news casts yesterday were brain dead morons saying how good it looked. One lady on Fox actually said it was healthy because it didn’t have bread.