Saturday, January 24, 2009

Ebert on Fire

Once again, Roger Ebert is on fire:
If I were on Death Row, my last meal would be from Steak 'n Shake. If I were to take President Obama and his family to dinner and the choice were up to me, it would be Steak 'n Shake--and they would be delighted. If the Pope were to ask where he could get a good plate of spaghetti in America, I would reply, "Your Holiness, have you tried the Chili Mac or the Chili 3-Ways?"

A downstate Illinois boy loves the Steak 'n Shake as a Puerto Rican loves rice and beans, an Egyptian loves falafel, a Brit loves banger and mash, an Indian loves tikki ki chaat, a Swede loves herring, a Finn loves reindeer jerky, and a Canadian loves bran muffins. These matters do not involve taste. They involve a deep-seated conviction that a food is absolutely right, and always has been, and always will be. These convictions are fixed at an early age. I do not expect to convert you.

We're a family of converts, especially Emily. Some years ago, Clara discovered the wonders of Steak 'n Shake and on a road trip through Tennessee, we managed to sample this cuisine. We've been hooked ever since and every time we hit the road, the choice stop is Steak 'n Shake. Now Oklahoma City's closer to perfection with two Steak 'n Shakes in the metro area.

Now, I won't waste time trying to convert Mr. Ebert to be a true believer of Oklahoma's own Sonic but my word to him would be to give it a try and see if there isn't room for another establishments on his top eatery list. (Yes, I know Mr. Ebert's medical condition likely prevents him from enjoying solid food. Still, if it's possible, he shouldn't deny himself the treat of Sonic. Life is too short.)

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