I did want to stop back by and not appear like I vanished completely after lobbing an incendiary topic into discussion and running away, giggling. My family's had a fairly awful and distracting weekend, but I doubt I would have had much more to contribute to the discussion beyond stamping my foot, insisting that I'm right, and that if I judged this neat place I saw called Outback based on its website's description and menus, then I'd be sure to enjoy a traditional Australian dish called "shrimp on the barbie." With the greatest of respect to WJ and Michael, who've been here much longer than me and contributed much more than I have - I'm pretty sure I had not learned to stop eating at McDonald's in 2000 and 2001 when y'all joined - I really just can't agree with that, as surely Skippers *wants* to be perceived as something that it isn't.
Maybe I'm being a n00b know-it-all for suggesting what roadfood is when: (a) Jane and Michael's first use of the term came when I was just a kid, (b) genre discussions are inherently navel-gazing and dumb and (c) some of y'all have been doing this for years and have concluded, rightly, that there is no definition. I'll just say that while Skippers was dang good
- that shouldn't be overlooked, and my comment when we left was "That was amazing, but what the heck was it doing on the roadfood site?" - it doesn't fit my own preconceived notions, and that those notions haven't been swayed by the experience or, in this case, the very valuable and interesting discussion.
Reasonable arguments on the internet? Are we all grown-ups or something?
As for BJs, I am glad to see it fondly reviewed by Curbside and beteez. Sometimes you look at a place and you just know. There are so many excellent food experiences down there in south Georgia and so many places that I want to revisit - heck, I went to SSI twice in 2010 and didn't get one of those fabulous burgers at Brogen's even once!! - that I don't want to spend time at any investment group's cash cow, no matter how good the shrimp is. With limited time, Sunday closings, and some of our meals taken up by my mother-in-law's wonderful traditional Dutch suppers and her absurdly big breakfasts with a half-dozen jams and spreads, we don't eat at as many places as I'd like anyway.