The birthday party was pretty pathetic. I don’t know who’s birthday it was, but they couldn’t have been thrilled that it was decorated with just a few wilting streamers and some halfhearted confetti drifting down from the ceiling. And in a McDonald’s? Ouch.
I turned from watching the party to regard the fast food kitchen behind me as I waited for my food. Leaning against the counter had me surrounded on three sides by the cooks and kitchen equipment. A large white tub sitting on a table in the kitchen grabbed my attention. It was filled with half a dozen or so beef tongues awaiting preparation. I excitedly addressed some of the cooks.
“Well, it’s in some of our stuff,” replied one.
“You tell me what it’s in and I will order it!”
They seemed pretty confused that I was actually interested in chowing down on some delicious tongue. They figured I’d be disgusted in discovering it was an ingredient in some McDonald’s food.
“No way, I love it,” I said. “You’ve got to serve it steaming hot, right out of the pot.” I looked around some more and noticed the air conditioner on one of their refrigerator units. “Oh, so you guys have your own air conditioner too?”
Soon I was negotiating a trade that would have me purchase a new A/C for them, and they would give me a tongue a week to eat. They offered to give me a tour of their butcher’s shop where they got the tongue so I’d know it was quality.