April 16 is National Eggs Benedict Day; I am very fond of Eggs Benedict; I guess I'll make my own as no local restaurant has them on the menu.
Below are two old BLOG articles about Eggs Benedict:
OH, HELL, JACK, IF WE HAVE TO EXPLAIN 'EM
While staying at a 3-Star hotel, a young friend ordered Eggs Benedict from Room Service. He knew that I like Eggs Benedict (see article below) and it was his first time to have them and he posted a picture on Facebook. I commented:
"ENGLISH muffin, CANADIAN bacon, poached egg, HOLLANDAISE sauce--now that is VERY cosmopolitan!" (That was an "inside" joke as we had earlier made fun of his being in WEST VIRGINIA!)
Our mutual friend Jack responded about the photo:
Is that a recipe or the old Court View Bistro?
I replied to Jack's comment:
Jack replied to my comment:
"What's the interpretation of ROFLMAO?"
I replied to Jack:
"Rolling on the floor laughing my ass off--that we had had a Bistro in WCH!"
"Yes, I was trying to be funny...and I guess it worked."
My reply to Jack:
"Yes, it worked with me, but in a conversation with another person who knew the meaning of ROFLMAO, I was asked: "Why was Jack's posting funny to you? I didn't know we had a bistro." I screaked, "It was funny because Jack was making FUN because he knew that we NEVER had a Bistro! I guess he could've said TRATTORIA!"
I concluded with:
"Oh, Hell, Jack, if we have to explain 'em......"
BELOW is my BLOG article "EGGS BENEDICT":
I had a client who shared my fondness of Eggs Benedict and he was lamenting that there was no place around to get them. I told him that I had had them at Bob Evans and although they were no longer on the menu, one could tell the waitress and she would tell the cook and he would prepare them.
Shortly after that conversation, he learned that someone who came to the house in a professional capacity had been a Manager at Bob Evans. He told her that he and I were going to go there to have Eggs Benedict; she informed him that Bob Evans didn't carry English muffins, let alone make Eggs Benedict.
However, he did not have the opportunity to share that exchange with me because the following day, when I walked through the door, I was introduced to the person with whom he'd had the conversation about Bob Evans and Eggs Benedict. She said, "I've been looking forward to meeting you." I said, "That's nice to hear.", foolishly assuming that she'd heard nice things about me. She then said, with some hauteur, "I thought you'd like to know that Bob Evans doesn't make Eggs Benedict." Immediately insulted, I said, "Funny thing--I just had Eggs Benedict there last week." She continued, condescendingly, "They don't even have English muffins." I countered, "Funny thing, my Eggs Benedict were properly made on English muffins." Undaunted, she continued, "I know better, I was a Manager there." I said, "And I know EVEN better, because I was a CUSTOMER there and ATE them there last week!"
I could tell that she was unaccustomed to being corrected, but I was highly offended and shocked by her unprofessional behavior and arrogance. I asked, "So how much money do you have with you?" She asked, "What does that mean?" I said, "It means that is how much I'm willing to BET you that I'm right!"
She left in a huff.
What kind of person tries to attack another person about something as innocuous as whether Bob Evans makes Eggs Benedict? The person was at the residence in a professional capacity and yet launched into her silly diatribe. Why did she feel the need to make a big display of her supposed knowledge about something which had absolutely nothing to do with her professional capacity? And what was her motive in desiring to demean a complete stranger?
Today, we went to Bob Evans and had Eggs Benedict. We asked our waitress if she remembered the former Manager and she agreed that she did. My client told her the story of the former manager. Gerald took a picture of my client, the waitress, and the Eggs Benedict.
When we returned to his home, he immediately called to tell her about his Eggs Benedict; she wasn't there but he left a message for her to return his call. I was glad that he was offended on my behalf. He said, "She needs to know she shouldn't lie."
I answered, "What she did was even worse than a lie--she acted as if I didn't know what I was talking about!"