"You know where I want to go!"

Heart palpitations ensuing, the moment of decision making is at hand... the word lingered off of my tongue... "Claim Jumper." There was a moment of reverence as we were standing waiting... the small group who made it for sealings were famished and didn't know if they could make it much longer.... just the thought of it made my mouth water...

Ode to Claim Jumper

with pulley fans that go 'round and 'round

I'll gladly pull my money out

For a fantastic taste bud symphony

That played harmony so sweet

With the hot 'mashed red potatoes

warming my mouth

There would not be a thing

That could take the softness

Out of the chicken

Tasty and tender

Complimenting the potatoes

With smooth texture

The staccatos of carbonation

punctuate the last movement

of teeth chewing up and down

while silently the nerves impulse

yum, yum

Oh how I did not know what was to be

when I entered choco-a -coma

Taste buds are forced to turn themselves off

Just too much

and in a lurch they transmit the last signals to your brain

of the most extreme sport there is

chocolate gluttony

you look at the others

Remembering you came with people

and smile slowly intoxicated not with root beer

but with the assurance of good company and good eats!

Alas we must part our ways

paying the bill of course

We slowly pull ourselves off

from our feasting thrones

and look back longingly at the table

too much to bare I must quickly turn my head

and in anguish I say good bye

til we meet again

for another taste symphony
I jump a quick jump in memory of my favorite resturant

and part ways

With a lil' piece of heaven.

Yes I am a very successful person!