Thursday, October 25, 2007

Crimes Againgst Gastronomy

So Mom is here in town visiting right. And we are having a fantastic time. I love having her here. We have been shopping and hanging out and of course checking out the western wear and tack shop scene. A man at a boot shop mentioned a "fun" western restaurant we should check out down by Horseman's Feed Supply. So we drove down there today. I should have suspected something when the name of the restaurant was Murphy's Mule Barn, but the parking lot was full, so I figured it couldn't be all bad. I was wrong. It was all bad. Barn would be a perfect description for the interior decorating. But I was trying to be brave even though everything in me to the depths of my soul was telling me to run. I didn't want to be the food snob. We ordered chicken fried steak on the suggestion of the waitress. She said it was one of their best sellers. I would describe it as looking like battered and deep fried roadkill with a bland creamy/gelatinous gravy. Usually gravy can salvage almost anything, but nothing could be done to improve this culinary catastrophe and the only thing that could have made it look or taste worse - live cockroaches(which they probably brushed off back in the kitchen). I should have stopped after one bite, no not even that, I should have violently spit it back out on the plate, but I continued to eat several bites because I didn't want to offend the waitress on whose recommendation we ordered this disastrously awful dish. So not only did I eat the most disgusting food I have ever tasted in my whole life, it was confirmed yet again, I am completely crazy. A pathetic people pleaser. I survived, but I have never wanted to purge so badly as I did when we left that restaurant. I had Post Traumatic Stress for several hours. For the rest of the day it would unexpectedly pop back into my head and make me shudder and cringe. I think Murphy served me dead mule at his barn today and the only upside is that the next time I play "what's grosser than gross?", game over, Murphy's Mule Barn, chicken fried steak.

4 comments:

Grant said...

Real cool jen. I was there for a couple of days and you didn't even mention Murphy's Mule Barn. The funny part is Mom probably loved it. Awesome.

Jennifer said...
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Jennifer said...

I would be happy to take you anytime, but be forewarned that even Mom has forbidden me to speak of it. Yeah, that bad.

annzy said...

Mule Barn ~a name that says it all. I looked up several reviews online and it is a love it or leave it sort of place. My favorite was "a classic new mexico place." ~hell you are luck!