So, given that I'm a pretty fat fella who likes to eat a lot of fish every now and then, I initially viewed the following video with a sympathetic frame of mind. "All you can eat" means, well, all you can eat. Just like "all you can drink" means all you can drink. Oy. I don't think I ever told you folks about that bar in D.C., given how pissed I was after the football game. It relates directly to the video that I'm going to post in a minute, and I haven't told a lot of stories here lately, so I'm going to tell you now. You'll have to bear with me for a brief trip down memory lane.
When we arrived at our hotel in Maryland on the Friday before the pro-racism and anti-decency rally (or whatever MSNBC called it), we settled in and tried to formulate a game plan for Saturday. I pulled up a Notre Dame message board on my computer and checked to see if there were any game watches scheduled for D.C. that weekend. Oh, there was a game watch scheduled all right. It was at a bar right down the street from the White House. The deal was fifteen bucks for all-you-can-drink Bud Light during the Notre Dame game, starting thirty minutes before kickoff. I'm not partial to Budweiser products (another story for another time) but this was a deal that nobody could refuse.
So we started drinking. The beer was dyed green, in a moronic nod to the "Irish" fans who had packed the bar. The two kegs of green beer were gone by the time the game started. So they moved on to their regular kegs of Bud Light. Then that was gone by the end of the first quarter. End of the deal? Hardly. They said that the deal would now cover any domestic draft beer that the patrons desired. That lasted until halfway through the third quarter.
Deal over now? Nope. Next it was any draft beer in the building. Gone halfway through the fourth. Surely they would shut it down at this point, right? Not even close. Those bastards started pouring mixed drinks from whatever they had in the well. And we're not talking skimpy cheap mixed drinks either. We're talking two shots of bourbon with a splash of Coke. We're talking half a glass of vodka with a few ice cubes and a touch of orange juice. They just kept the drinks flowing, doing whatever they had to do, right up until the point that Michigan won the game and we all wanted to punch each other in the face. Fifteen bucks. All you can drink. No asterisk.
I've never seen anything like that D.C. bar in my life, and I've seen a lot. So I don't know how other establishments would handle such a situation. Likewise, I never ate enough catfish to deplete the storeroom at Catfish Dewey's. I can't say for sure, but I'm inclined to think that my friend Rick never ate enough crab legs to force Catfish Dewey's to shut down. All you can eat. No asterisk.
But what if we actually had cleaned out an establishment somewhere along the way? Beer, liquor, or seafood - no matter. What if we were at an all-you-can-burn bonfire and we ran out of wood? How would we behave? How would I behave? How would you behave? Would you be pissed? Maybe, but I doubt that you would go to the extreme of picketing the business in question with a poorly constructed sign and an asinine message. I might be giving you internet strangers a little too much credit here, but I don't think so. I think you would act respectably.
At the same time though - "all you can eat" is supposed to mean all you can eat.
So I can't decide. Who's the bigger douche here? The restaurant for failing to honor a commitment or the fat bastard with the sign for acting like an asshole and trying to squeeze everything he can out of other people? I don't know. I really can't decide.
