Saturday, November 27, 2010

A Surreal Saturday

Twas the Saturday after Thanksgiving, 2006. I sat in the Jacksonville Amtrak station with my good friend and roommate Robin, and his family. We were waiting to head back to college, after a tryptophan- and tryptamine-filled half-week o'fun with some of their family friends. Suddenly a travesty of a show came upon the waiting room television, Eye For An Eye.



A commenter on the youtube video above pretty much nailed it, describing the show as "basically the courtroom scene from Idiocracy." Legal disputes are brought before the venerable Judge Extreme Akim, whose bench is a plasma screen, and gavel a baseball bat with the word "justice" inscribed on it. The plaintiff and defendant stand in metal ring cages, the host is Kato Kaelin, irresponsibly let back into a courtroom, and the bailiff is former boxer Big Sugar Ray Phillips. The show's concept is that to truly deliver justice, those found guilty should be made to experience the same wrong that they have inflicted upon the victor of the case. Por ejemplo:



Robin & I were able to tear our attention away from this train wreck of a show when we realized we were hungry, and could use some sustenance before our 8 hr ride back . We left the station and wandered down the closest street until we found Jenkins BBQ.



We each ordered a rib sandwich, and waited at the counter for our orders. While we were waiting a customer approached the counter and nodded at the cashier. The cashier went back into the kitchen and came back with a brown paper bag filled with 4-5 loaves of bread. The customer pulled out his wad of cash and counted out about $120 in 20's, paid the cashier and left the BBQ spot with his brown paper bag. Soon Robin & I's sandwiches came and we headed back to the train station to eat. The rib sandwiches consisted of a half rack of ribs, bones and all, plastered between 4 slices of wonder bread and slathered in some delicious BBQ sauce. Forget the bones, this sandwich was delicious. Maybe it was because it contained trace amounts of crack, but if you're ever in Jacksonville I recommend you stop by a Jenkins BBQ.

1 comment:

palejoe said...

I was just about ready to become a suicide bomber until I read the rest of your story. Then I had a good chuckle and went back to my pecan pie.

Thanks Seth