I Paid $70 To Feel Like Garbage

The worst part is that I knew better.

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I ate out at a restaurant last night.
Bar food.
Today, I’m singing the barfood blues.

It’s not the type of place I would frequent alone,
lot’s of young men saddled up to the bar,
watching Michigan football on the big screen.

Menu choices:
pizza
burgers, but no vegetarian
sandwiches, but no vegetarian
salads, but I wanted more than iceberg

I went with fish tacos,
thinking it might be okay.

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Okay,
it was not.

What arrived was more like a deep fried fish burrito.
Side of salsa,
side of sour cream,
side of fries.

Taste = not bad.
Not good either.
Better than expected.

My companions ordered pizza.
We had fun,
enjoyed each other’s company.

I picked up the bill.
It was five minutes into my drive home,
when I realized,
I spent $70 bucks,
to feel like complete garbage.

Sick all night,
and into the morning.

Bar food.
This is why I usually say no.