I want to eat at Friday’s

I have something to confess. I really am a Cro-Magnon when it comes to food. I prefer to eat with my bare hands and hold two pieces of bones with plenty of meat in both hands. And why do I feel like walking around with a club (before marriage) and bring back a nice looking mate to my cave home? Flintstones may have influenced me a little but I think it’s pure genetic.

Studying in a hotel school in Petaling Jaya, we have been thought of etiquette, table manners and most importantly like my lecturer used to say, (with a British tone that is), “..always bring your food to your mouth and not your mouth to your food”. She said that when she saw me slurping some Consommés with my face at the same level with the table.

I felt empty. Is this how life is supposed to be? Following rules after rules. Even a simple thing like answering natures call, you have to line up or even pay to do it! Imagine that? I’m supposed to get rid of something but I need to pay for it!

I have a buddy who used to work as a person whom are paid (a big some at the time for me) just to open doors for people. I was like, huh? There is such thing? I wanted the job too but he says it was already full. “Okay, so what else is great about this place”? I asked. The food man, and the booze! Okay, as a college student, when you say food and booze your eyes goes all white and your tongue will stick out like a overworked Chihuahuas. Rightaway when he told me the price I immediately went to the fridge and ate my last leftover apple and went to sleep….

Fast forward a few months…

Sudenly, during my first year working as a telemarketeer, the company I worked for decided to celebrate with food and booze. My eyes went white again. I asked if it’s totally free and freeflow and my boss said, “like hell yeah!”. I almost fainted. It happened to be the same place my buddy was working. This was in Petaling Jaya Section 14.

The place looks real cool and cozy too. I did saw some cool chicks too. (Wish I had my club with me) Anyway, we went upstairs and got ourselves a table. I looked at the menu and almost went bonkers because everything looks darn good! I ended up taking the rib ‘thingy’.

I got mine a little bit late since I ordered last I guess. But the sight of that huge ribs being carried towards me almost like floating makes my eyes watery. Everything seemed to be in slow motion. I can see the waiter bouncing slowly left and right towards me and smiling..and smiling. The smell of that rib ‘thingy’ was so fragrant I can almost melt right there. But the part where I get to hold those ribs with both hands and eating them like how it’s supposed to be was one greeeat satisfaction! I wish I could put the photos here but I think I might have eaten it after it was developed.

That heavenly place is called T.G.I. Fridays. (I never knew what TGI stands for until a few weeks later) But I sure thank God for that experience. Whenever I have enough moolah to spread around, this is one place I can get in touch with my Cro-Magnon ancestors.

Oh my friend still works there. I think he left the door job and start managing people including those at the door.