Last night I popped RLO’s cherry. No, not that cherry, you perverts! RLO has lived in Utah for years and not once has he been to the Training Table Restaurant, which to me is a far worse sin than any word of wisdom infractions.
I’ve always loved Training Table. Years ago, when Tim was still alive we’d all go there for lunch. AK and I quoting the old school television commercials, while Tim just shook his head embarrassed to be seen with us. After Tim died, it took a while before any of us went back, but eventually we did.
We had to assemble a new lunch group. We added JB and PMK to the mix, which I realized was a huge mistake when AK and JB fought over the proper way to mix the dipping sauce. Who knew a fork and/or butter knife could cause such a controversy among nerds.
I was thrilled when RLO mixed the dipping sauce with a fork and didn’t feel the need to discuss his method. RLO was just thrilled with the food. So much, in fact, I had to photo shop the above picture to remove his hard nipples. Internet, you owe me.