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Throwed Rolls

So, today, one of my coworkers was having a birthday. He's the new guy in the group. He's very young and from southern Illinois, which leads him to believe we're all city sophisticates, as opposed to the uncultured troglodytes we really are.

However, we were talking about our favorite restaurants and he brought up Lambert's Cafe, "Home of the Throwed Rolls." This is a real place. Check it out for yourself. Apparently, when you eat at Lambert's, they will wheel a cart through the restaurant whenever a new batch of rolls is done and all one needs to do if one desires a new roll is hold up one's hand. They will make sure that you have a roll promptly throwed to you where you sit.

Suddenly, I felt like a city sophisticate. He also mentioned that half the fun is that many of the rolls never make it to their intended destination - shattering on some structural element and showering the unlucky in biscuit dust.

After mentioning that we (as a gluten-free family) could never go there, I started thinking maybe we could take it even further. How 'bout a restaurant where they threw all the food. You want a burger? Here's your bun. Use it like a mitt when your patty comes off the grill. Ready? Catch! You want fries with that? Really? They come with the burger.

Waiter: "Hi. You ordered the soup, right?"

Customer: "NO!!! I forgot where I was! I for-gah-haha-haaaaat!!!"