"AND TO YOUR RIGHT, RAMPANT HEATHENS"
St D and I had our first vacation last week. As hard working individuals, it was DESPERATELY needed, by late April! Thanks to the fine folks at Pfizer, we haven't really been sick much since 2024 began, so no sick days, and I was about to drive down I75 and NOT STOP had we not taken our break.
We flew to Baltimore to visit our amazing friends- well ok, back up... we flew to CHICAGO, then Baltimore (thank you Southwest), THEN went to visit our amazing friends. Seeing them always relaxes us because, like us, they find solitude in laughter, fun conversation, and sweatpants. It's truly a beautiful marriage between us. My beloved and I would walk the trails behind their neighborhood and bird watch-
(OK... can I stop here real quick; we have REALLY become bird nerds! I mean Dan was looking up what a yellow bellied wurbler looked like, and being in the Charm City, we thought for SHIT SAKE we would see about 3,145 orioles, but notta one? Sadly we did see about 10,982 RAVENS flags, but dammit we were really hoping to see the O's!)
Ok... got that out... moving on...
So blah blah blah... it was RELAXING! But one of the field trips that we have grown accustomed to with Ant and Mary Ann (Italian, from Queens, lived in Jersey for years, go back and say their names, but in a Tony Soprano kinda manner- NAILED IT) is to drive about a little over an hour to Lancaster PA. It's safe, there are shopping outlets, Amish, and besides almost running them off the road from time to time, a fun town to visit! We cap off our day of near Amish homicide and shopping with a visit to a small town called East Earl PA. So ok, not a lot to see there.. but... they are home to...
SHADY MAPLE SMORGASBORD.
Google's free. Go on, look it up!
It's definitely a "hungry man's paradise". For about $24.99, you can feast for four hours- undoing ANY million dollar triple bypass within minutes!
Now in all fairness, this joint is really nice. It has beautiful three dimensional art in the lobby, a really diggity dope gift shop downstairs, very nice restrooms (yes, a place can rise or fall to ashes based on the cleanliness and classiness of their shitters... moving on...). And again, we venture there with Tony and Carmella EVERY YEAR, so its charm definitely does keep us comin' back.
But with all of that said... this year in particular, my blog juices got to flowin! Much like the fountain of soft serve was doing at the dessert bars!
Folks, in general, lose their ever loving freakin MINDS when provided with WAY too many food options! I realized what the scene looked like to me- imagine human beings being air lifted onto Mars- despite not being able to survive for 1.8 seconds due to the heat, imagine us just walking around, looking aimlessly... the occasional spin of confusion. OR the zombies in "Night of the Living Dead". We all walk going -.32 miles an hour. There is a blank stare on our faces. The human brain wasn't meant to compute so many pleasurable emotions at one time!
IS THAT HAM?
DO I SMELL SWISS CHEESE CUBES IN A PLASTIC BIN?
WHAT ARE TONGS?
IS IT A SIN TO PUT MY FRIED CLAMS ON THE SAME PLATE AS MY PISTACHIO SALAD?
I mean, this joint is so huge, that ...ok... it starts with huge soft drink and coffee stations (BORING)... but then you venture back towards paradise, and there are two huge GRILL stations- want a Ribeye.. BOOM! Sausage and onions? WA LA! A HOT DOG? (SURE BUT WHY THE EFF ARE YOU GETTING A HOT DOG AT THIS JOINT?) ALL THREE... BUT OF COURSE! (but first sign this waiver). But just past the 189 degree flat tops are two IDENTICAL SALAD BARS- one to the left, one to the right. Smart folks these Shady Maple designers- "we are going to be feeding 1,987 folks at once, so how about we have the SAME shit to the left as the right.. pick a direction and keep going". But NOOOOO... Jethro and his brood wonder around like (see above description of slow moving, zombie like aliens) thinking that there is "something better" to the left, even though they just filled up their plates on the right.
CORN, WE'RE GONNA NEED CORN HERE!
OHHHHH JOHN LOOK, CHICKEN CROCHETS AND TACO SALAD!
HEY WANDA, GRAB ME 3 PIECES OF THAT CARROT CAKE, BUT FIRST, ADD 17 LBS OF WHIPPED CREAM TO EACH (GOD that actually sounds good)
I started wondering if my judgement of these folks was being reciprocated? I mean cmon, I'M THERE TOO? But then I realized that I grabbed a clean plate and stood in line patiently, while 5 people cut in to grab that extra corn muffin and 19oz of ranch dressing. I actually did structure my meal in the "proper Americanized order"- salad, entree (ok, so I went up 3 diff times and got 7 diff entrees but still), then dessert. I wore actual clothes- and a bra. OH and I had showered first. BUT I'm sure sandwiched in between "Thor" (complete with PJ pants, flip flops, and two ram-like french braids in the back of his other wise bald head) and Wanda (JOHN... grab me another 3 lbs of the fried shrimp balls), was a somewhat "routine" person, possibly eye balling me thinking "Ok you high haired Ohioan, how much more peanut butter sauce can you pour in that damn bowl?"
And I hope that they blog, and I hope that I read about me :)