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Poop and pizza are mutually exclusive - posted at 14:51
In honor of Dave and Amy's going away, last night a group of us congregated at that famous Alaskan brewpub and pizzeria, the Moose's Tooth. This place is totally great and is always crowded, especially during the summer. It's extremely popular with the locals and somehow all the tourists know about it too. Really, it's no surprising -- with great food, great atmosphere, great beer, what's not to love?
Oh yeah. There's this:
We were at our table, chowing down on some superbly excellent smoked salmon spread, waiting for our pizzas to come, when I see Dave and Jesse simultaneously look at the table to my left with horror in their silver-dollar sized eyes and then promptly look away, as if they want to wipe whatever it is they saw out of their memories as quickly as possible. Because I don't know when to leave well enough alone, I look over my left shoulder as well. And what do I see?
It's not your typical restaurant scene -- it's not two people locked into a kiss so passionate they're oblivious to the world or people slurping down raw oysters or someone with a totally grotesque appearance.
No, no, it's not.
The people at the table next to us are changing their baby's diaper at the table.
Hello? I know this is Alaska, but we do have modern miracles like indoor plumbing, private bathrooms, and changing tables! If you can't go into a restaurant barefoot or with your dog, what makes you think that it's ok to contaminate a public restaurant's table with a poopy diaper?
I'm so glad I wasn't the next person to dine at that table.
Kelsey commented:
Oh wow. I mean, I understand changing the baby in the car because there are no changing tables in the restaurant, but on the table? Gross.
Jared commented:
*bleeeeh*
That's revolting. I assume the pizza was good, though?
Jitterbean Girl commented:
Kelsey: I know, the car would have been more acceptable, but really, come on, there were changing tables in the bathroom! Are people really so lazy that they're willing to spread, say, e coli? I bet these are the same types of people who answer and talk on their cell phone in movie theaters.
Jared: Oh, it was fantastic! It's, well, criminal if you've been to Alaska but haven't been to the Moose's Tooth. If you have committed that transgression, you and Chrissa might have to come back to rectify it!
Jared commented:
We're on it!