Posted on 02/03/2016 1:02:35 PM PST by nickcarraway
It was showdown time at Black Tap: me, a Type 2 diabetes “sufferer†with a sweet tooth, facing down the most notoriously sugary dessert in town.
Could I attack the burger joint’s Instagram-famed milkshakes without propelling my glucose levels into the ozone layer?
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he überhyped shakes, which were added to the menu in November, sure look like fun. Mosaics of colorful candies and other confections adorn them like costume jewelry.
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Wow, oh to be 15 again when I could’ve downed one of these without worrying about the sugar or calories...
VINCENT: Did you just order a five-dollar shake?
MIA: Sure did.
VINCENT: A shake? Milk and ice cream?
MIA: Uh-huh.
VINCENT: It costs five dollars?
MIA: Yep.
VINCENT: You don’t put bourbon in it or anything?
WAITOR: Nope.
VINCENT: Just checking
Reminds me of my Aunt Ethel, who despite multiple amputations would eat sugar laden delights. RIP, Aunt Ethel.
Guys are marketing geniuses. If these shakes were $4 like all other joints, they wouldn’t even be mentioned outside the place.
But since they are $15... well they must be good. Add money to something instantly gives it value.
I bet you the farm that another joint could sell the exact same shake for $5 and it would just be another menu item.
Cold Stone is a lot cheaper.
Steak n Shake milkshakes during happy hour, at half off, work for me. Hand scooped icecream, not fast, but not one hour. And way less than $15.
No.
Marcellus Wallace can afford a $5.00 shake. He can afford to hide someone in a bowl of rice in Indochina.
If their milkshake “brings all the boys to the yard”, then I guess they must be fairly good.
Yep! They look prety and all that, but no way! Absolutely not! Not ever!
You couldn’t pay me $15 to put one of those slops away.
“Marcellus Wallace can afford a $5.00 shake. He can afford to hide someone in a bowl of rice in Indochina.”
after Butch saves Marsellus from rapists]
Butch: You okay?
Marsellus: Naw man. I’m pretty *****’ far from okay.
Butch: What now?
Marsellus: What now? Let me tell you what now. I’ma call a coupla hard, pipe-hittin’ niggers, who’ll go to work on the homes here with a pair of pliers and a blow torch. You hear me talkin’, hillbilly boy? I ain’t through with you by a damn sight. I’ma get medieval on your ***.
Butch: I meant what now between me and you?
Marsellus: Oh, that what now. I tell you what now between me and you. There is no me and you. Not no more.
Butch: So we cool?
Marsellus: Yeah, we cool. Two things. Don’t tell nobody about this. This **** is between me, you, and Mr. Soon-To-Be-Living-The-Rest-of-His-Short-***-Life-In-Agonizing-Pain Rapist here. It ain’t nobody else’s business. Two: you leave town tonight, right now. And when you’re gone, you stay gone, or you be gone. You lost all your L.A. privileges. Deal?
Butch: Deal.
Marsellus: Get your *** out of here.
Pulp Fiction Hijack thread. You know what goes good with a hijacked thread? Quotes from Maureen Dowd.
It’s neat-looking, but for $15, I can get two bottles of okay wine (on markdown) plus a large bag of pretzel sticks.
Reminds me of my neighbor. My friend and I would sit in the patio with our evening champagne. Our neighbor would come over to sit and chat with us. When we’d offer a tulip of champaign, she say “Thank you, no, my heart”, as she patted herself. Then she’d say, “Oh what the heck, yes, please” She lived to be in her mid 90s. I miss her.
Those don’t even look good.
Good choice! I’m quite partial to Chik-Fil-A’s as well.
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