I am a lucky man

FYI: This posted has been (self)edited for format and clarity. This is the updated version.

Things happen to me with regularity that don't happen to other people. I have some kind of psychic magnetism that attracts these things. Yesterday I got a monogrammed dinner roll at Taylor Place dining facility. As you can see, my standards for free food are pretty low, and I want to clarify that, yes, I did in fact eat the rest of the roll even though I spotted the ink while it was intact. I am not trying to gross anyone out, just saying that I have suffered no ill effects from this experience.

Uncle Sam served me some pretty sketchy stuff back in the day, but this is definitely my first experience with "signature cuisine." I can understand taking pride in your work, but this roll appeared to be autographed with an ink pen. I have witnesses--and photos, obviously. Other people get Jesus on their toast, or Elvis on their waffles. I get "DM"s special secret message on a dinner roll. I guess I should buy a Lotto ticket or something.

I know this probably won't count as a blog assignment, but to attempt that stretch, I want to make clear that I did take the opportunity (at Allison's suggestion) for some investigative journalism...I went back to the rolls while we were still there, and (with a tongs, of course) inspected all 13 left in the basket. No other initials or marks. In fact, in the interest of objectivity and fairness, I will state unequivocally that I have not personally observed any other lapses in Taylor Place's culinary practices. The food (especially the abundance of greens, produce and fruit) is really not bad by institutional standards. The employees, to my knowledge, can also be characterized as friendly, and helpful--which is not always the case in food service.



Zach Anderson
Indian River HS-Philadelphia, NY