Each week in 'Knockers' we order from a different delivery restaurant, assessing their efficiency and keeping a running score.
Promised delivery time: 45 minutes
Actual delivery time: 45 minutes
Easy online ordering: 20
Not having to deal with a human on a bad night: 40
Getting a food hangover: -2
Learning a valuable lessons: 10
See complete 2008-2010 standings here
Fridays were always my favorite day of the week--"were" being the keyword. It was like a big countdown to the weekend. From the second I woke up on a Friday morning my internal clock was ticking away and waiting for 6 p.m. to roll around.
Well, my feelings towards Friday have changed.
It started a couple of weeks ago when I woke up and realized that it was 16 degrees outside. My bones were frozen and I could barely get out of bed. My internal clock also seemed to be a little slow, too. Of course, I finally defrosted myself and went on to work--into one of those days that was very busy, but seemed like it lasted forever.
My favorite time of the day, 6 p.m., finally rolled around. I was starving and needed to feed this hungry belly of mine, only that wasn't going to happen anytime soon.
To make a long story short, my gas light came on, I was stuck in traffic, had to make a detour to fill up my car, got lost and an hour later I finally make it home. And by this point, my stomach was calling me every name in the book and began thinking of being emancipated.
I already knew that I didn't feel like cooking and, well, the fast food option was out (not eating fast food for a year; that's a completely different story). So I hop online and immediately go to www.diningin.com, my go-to for delivery when I'm not feeling my other North Dallas options.
I decided to go with Chili's because the thought of their chicken crispers seemed to brighten my mood a little. I pushed this button, I pushed that button, typed in my address and credit card info and I was ready to go.
Well, kind of ready to go. It would be around 45 minutes until I received my food. So again, I had to talk my stomach out of packing a bag and leaving me for good. I distracted it with some social networking online and a little bit of television. Finally, it decided to forgive me when we both heard the knock on the door.
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The nice delivery driver gave me my food and told me to have a good night, and for a second I believed that I would have a good evening. I immediately started with the triple dipper, which included boneless buffalo wings, southwest egg rolls and chicken crispers. About 3 minutes into eating one of each, I started to feel horrible--which makes a lot of sense considering I've been trying this new thing called being healthy and I haven't had junk food in forever.
I put down the food and grabbed a trashcan just to be safe.
So my Friday night was not a good one like the driver told me to have. The next morning I woke with a food hangover and my stomach and I were on the outs again. I decided to throw away the rest of my leftovers and about $30 along with it. Then I started nursing my chicken crisper hangover with a marathon of the original Beverly Hills 90210 and lots and lots of Sprite.
I did come out of the whole mess learning a few valuable lessons--always get gas before your light comes on, never order anything from Chili's again, always respect your stomach and never take fashion tips from old episodes of BH 90210.