I was reminded today that the lot behind my store smells delicious. It wasn’t always this way. It used to smell like assorted days-old cafe garbage. And in the summer, it would smell like assorted days-old cafe garbage in a giant crock-pot.
Then Red Robin moved in, and one day I walked out the back door to the wafting smell of assorted days-old cafe garbage and… hey… is that loaded waffle fries? It was. It was the smell of everything that you might conceivably fry or grill and it was so thick that if left a film. It was like a curtain of bacon, or a cozy blanket of fajitas.
“Dave!!! Get out here and smell this!!”
“Is this gonna be like last time?”
“No! This is better!”
…” Oh my GOD. We… we can’t let this go to waste.
“No. No we cannot.”
Thirty five minutes later we were both admiring the 400 feet of aluminum dryer vent that started at our back door and terminated in a haste of duct tape against Red Robin’s kitchen exhaust fan.
“This is crazy you know.”
Yeah. Or GENIUS!”
I’ve already gained five pounds.