Les Six Raviolis Tristes
By Dennis M.
This is a story.... Of 6 sad pieces of ravioli.
Once upon a time, a food loving boy happily walked into a new Restaurant called Harmsen. The boy was joyful to try a new place and was interested in their menu that included duck meat bitterballen! Upon greeting the rest of his friends and getting situated at the table, he was never offered anything to eat or drink. Luckily there was left over bread from his friends that they were will to share with the hungry boy. The bread was crispy and olive oil was nummy making the boy excited to try the rest of the food!
It was a busy Friday night with a full house and even though the service was slow, it didn't bother the boy one bit since he was enjoying time with his friends. However, the boy is quite the alcoholic and became despondent since ordering beer was quite a chore for him and his friends! Some people would get their drinks, sometimes we had to reorder long forgotten drinks, and others just gave up. The boy was even more surprised that our group had to ask five times to order before the order was actually taken. On top of this, this waitress was happy to disclaim her annoyance that five different people had to ask her for our order. None the less, the hungry boy understands that sometimes you strike out on service and that food can make it all better.
And now it was time; in comes the duck bitterballen. The warm crusty balls perplexed the hungry boy. Not in a bad way. The boy found it interesting how the chef minced duck meat and fried it into balls that seemed to semi-fill his hunger. But then again, the boy knew that anything fried is good so now his mind turned to the main course - ravioli!
When the plate of ravioli appeared before the hungry boy's hopeful and glistening eyes, a wave a great disappointment and sadness consumed the boy. He stared at six round pieces of the saddest ravioli he has ever witnessed in his food binging life. How is it possible to inject ravioli with cheese and great sadness, thought the boy. However, the optimistic boy decided not to judge a ravioli by the cover and to try a piece to see which wonderful treasures lay within.
Munch, munch, munch, sounded the mouth of the hopeful boy as he ate one of the sad raviolis.
As soon as the boy finished swallowing the chewed remains of the sad ravioli, the already saddened boy's face turned despondent.
Such sorrow the boy felt when imagining the sad life these raviolis must have had. Weeks even months of isolation in a fridge can only explain the extreme dryness of the pained ravioli. Negligence from the creator and lack of flavorful imagination have surely contributed to the ravioli's understandably complete lack of self-worth. For a moment, the boy felt the pain of the flavorless, dry, sad raviolis and decided to put them out of their misery by putting on his best face while trying to finish them off.
Naturally the boy was still famished after eating nutritionally and emotionally void ravioli and turned to what seemed to be an aesthetically pleasing steak nearby. However, the chewy flank of meat coupled with a lack of any flavor brought painful memories of the recently consumed sad ravioli. In an attempt to forget the recent sadness that entered the boys mouth and stomach, he injudiciously decided to order a piece of cream filled chocolate truffle. Foolish was the boy for his actions, for the cream was hard, flavor-void, and did not come close to even a slagroom truffle from Albert Heijn.
The boy left the restaurant ready to drink the sorrows of the dinner away. Taking a deep sigh in the chilly January night looking up towards the star lit sky, the boy spotted six bright stars and hoped with all his food loving heart that the six sad raviolis have finally found their place of rest in the pasta heavens beyond...
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