Another discussion I had with the new guy is "Field Service Meals" or "Where The Fcuk To Eat". We're looking for dinner Tuesday night and he says "He doesn't eat at chain restaurants." Oh sonny, you have a lot to learn.
He didn't like the look of a Mexican place, so we didn't eat there. I drove for another half hour in Seattle traffic and he settled on a BBQ joint. It was okay. I've had better and cheaper.
We had to get a late dinner one night. "We're going to Denny's, whether you like it or not."
"I've never been to a Denny's."
Yer in for a treat, kid.
We pull into a La Quinta parking lot and I tell him 'La Quinta' is Spanish for 'Next to Denny's". He tells me it isn't. Whoosh! Over his head.
I get my usual, the French Toast Slam. He orders the T-bone Dinner. He liked it. Turns out he's like the health nut in our gang and expensive to feed. We ended up at Denny's twice more.
Anyway, I told him he needed to set his sights lower on meals. There will be times when he's going to be at a shitty motel, in a shitty small town, in the middle of nowhere, and the gas station is the only place that takes a credit card. Gas station food.