Last night, Dan and I met at Thurman's in German Village for… - Unwashed and Somewhat Slightly Dazed
May. 15th, 2007
Last night, Dan and I met at Thurman's in German Village for dinner, and as we got out of our cars, we noticed a little worn-down brick house on the street with a real estate sign in the front yard. Only it wasn't your everyday "for sale" sign. It said:
Three Bedroom, One Bath with Barbershop
And sure enough, attached to the house was the cutest, tiniest barbershop I had ever seen. It was dark inside, but not too dark to make out the little chairs and mirrors and sinks, and it immediately made me wish I was a barber in the market for a house across the street from the best burger joint in Columbus.
Once inside, in good Columbus fashion, we engaged in deep-fried gluttony. Dan ordered the Bacon Cheddar Ranch Burger, which came with onion straws, and I had the mini corndogs with a plate of fries. The fries were delicious, but a little too mushy for my taste. I picked up one of the little crispy ones that was basically all grease and no potato and said, "I wish I had a whole plate of these," to which Dan replied, "You should open a restaurant called 'A Whole Plate of These." I immediately forgot about my barbershop and started imagining what sorts of "these" I could serve at my restaurant. Like entire plates of just the little garlic chips from party mix and just pepperoni instead of a whole pizza and desserts consisting of only the coconut candies from a box of chocolates and plates of only the red Skittles and only the best parts of anything and everything that has parts. No more saving the best for last, because the best is all there would be.
But then I had to leave my fantasy world to go home to write a paper about sexism and feel sick to my stomach from all the grease I consumed.