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Some-Kinda-Blog-Stop Over a Boring Dish.
Some-Kinda-Blog-Stop Over a Boring Dish. | Over a Boring Dish. |
| Friday, 04 September 2009 | |
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It's rude to watch people eat. No one wants to be watched, I know. It is mean to watch a person gobble or take every bite of his food, how they slice the tough meat on their plate, how they stuck it in to their mouth with a spoon, fork, or chop sticks, how they chew or gnaw. I know, but this is what I do at the Grand Central Terminal whenever I am waiting for my train ride from NYC to CT. First, I'd go around the main floor, get my ticket and check the track number of my train ride. Then I'd go to the Dining Concourse where there's much better room for waiting-- some decent seats, some food stalls, and restaurants. I have been there many times but it's my routine. I still go to each wing and check what's new (or old) in every food stall. I have decided early on that I'd try a new dish or dessert (or both) every time. After deciding what to try and after my purchase, I'd go find my seat where I can do my people-watching hobby. On Tuesday, I decided to watch how people eat-- how they'd let the food hang on their mouth, how the mozzarella cheese would stretch from the plate to the in-between of their teeth, how one would use his index finger to pick some food stuck on their molar while the other guy on the other table was using a dental floss. I watch these all. How a man would stare at the empty bottle of Snapple for three minutes (I wondered what he's thinking) and yes, he did it for three minutes! Or how a man would gulp down a bottle of Budweiser like water (oh! Did I mention that they allow drinking alcohol inside the train? A guy was sitting across my seat one time, drinking a few bottles until he reached his destination. There's even a bar car on some trains.). I'd watch them all-- how a cute guy would try to put some ten, or so, pieces of french fries into his mouth, with success. And how his buddy would devour a piece of large thin-crust pizza in three seconds, with success, too. They were pretty entertaining. Yup! I do people-watching a lot at the Grand Central Terminal and I do it mostly when I do not like the food that I ordered, like that Tuesday, I had Baked Potato Knish. A boring dish. No wonder why the guy who took my order asked me if I wanted to put something else on it (and I said, I'd like to try it plain). It was good that my Maccha Green Tea gelato, from Ciao Bella Gelato stall across Track 114, has made up my food tripping. Then I saw this Indian guy eating from his stainless food container like a school boy. He must have been working there, I thought, and maybe it was their breaktime. And there's a lady eating her greens and I wondered why I can't be lean like her. I love greens too. But then again, I like every edible thing there is on this planet. I was caught looking at a guy who was trying to slice his baked Ziti. I looked away and a couple has caught my attention. They're doing a different kind of "relishing". Oh well, all these I had over my boring dish, that was, the Baked Potato Knish. [Sidetrack: I have discovered The Pump (Energy Food) for healthy eaters, located just outside the Grand Central Terminal. This place could be more visible to every commuter and passer-by if they could install some more outdoor lightings. It's a good restaurant, not to mention the good food that they serve. Prices are just within my budget. I now have better alternatives for my usual bagel and cream cheese-- though I am planning to try every kind of bagel there is!). Well, you got it right. My curiosity on food, drinks and desserts would make me gain (more) weight. And who knows, someone is watching me, too. *wink* |
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