>you are what you eat
After day two of work, which also happened to be day two of Lobster Night, I’ve realized this: you are what you eat.
Even though there are a million places to get lobster in the summer months on Long Island, people still somehow find their way to fancy Italian restaurants where lobster gets fumbled around with fine sicilian meats, foccacia bread, and an overabundance of oil and vinegar. Still, these obese, sunburned Floridians that escape the southern heat and retreat to the Northeast still expect seafood perfection…… wherever they go. This fact is coupled with a fancy Italian restaurant (which shall remain nameless) trying to up its sales any way possible, even if it means executing something that in the end will fall on its face.
Results? Obese, sunburned Floridian Pescavors that grumpily eat their lobster at said upscale Italian restaurant.
Yet, these guys kept coming, and coming, and coming; soon, the place was completely filled with lobsters, both human and crustacean.