Posted on 11/17/2011 5:43:18 PM PST by MinorityRepublican
Where’s the damn bacon?
Not if you’re a tour de France cyclist. They consume 12,000 calories a day when they are riding in it.
Oh my! Even the buns look good.
So that’s what happened to that place. Disappeared from Chandler, AZ, location a while back and nobody knew why.
Know we know.
We Navy fliers got used to the box lunch: it never changed, year in and year out: one Spam and cheese on Wonder Bread sandwich; one chicken wing; one hard-boiled egg; two chicklets; an apple; (sometimes also a granola bar); and a fruit drink. One day during the war we landed at an Air Force base in Thailand. We ordered rations for 12. We figured the same box lunch. Wrong. A truck rolled up to the ladder and out came 12 whole chickens; 40 pounds of potatos; six gallons of milk; fresh veggies; 60 fresh eggs; boxes of cookies and candy bars; more. This for a crew of 12 aboard a P-3 with no way to cook anything. We did have a green-with-age hot plate and a coffee pot, though. Never forgot how the Air Force ate. Or lived.
Always wanted to be assigned to a P-3 Squadron. Was never gonna’ happen so I cross rated to the Seabees.
Took several flights on AF birds and the box lunches weren’t bad. But I’ll never complain about Navy chow. It was damned good everywhere I went EXCEPT boot camp and Diego Garcia.
The women are beautiful but, to tell the truth, when I’m eating I don’t want a naked butt in my face.
What burgers?
Not all Air Force installations have such sumptuous dining facilities. A half-century ago, we were flying out to the Philippines on a C-121 and stopped at Wake Island to refuel. We pax were allowed off and herded into a mess tent and there experienced the worst meal ever. I’m sure that the few people stationed there permanently had another source of chow, because if they had to put up with that swill day after day, they’d have rebelled. It was a pretty relaxed place: the Airdrome Officer wore PT shorts, flip flops and a pith helmet.
We pulled in to Kadena one night (VQ3) with a down engine.
Air Force maintenance met us on the tarmac with an engine and a crew of 11.
We pointed at the bad one and they were contacting the Flight Engineer 3.5hrs later letting us know she was ready to roll.
We weren't even drunk yet!
In the Navy it was two men and the Flight Engineer...and 3 days.
Air Force had it good.
I went on a "Tiger Cruse" from Hawaii to Long Beach, CA on his last ship (FFG-1 USS Brook). I got to see the "living" conditions of the crew, including my dad, the most senior enlisted man on the ship.
I joined the Air Force.
Ever hear the expression, “serious as a heart attack”?
There is a reason. Eat that sh#t at your own peril. As to the business, good for them. I hope they succeed. They just won’t be getting my money.
Redrum Burger.
I don't remember them being forced to change their name by the city but it wouldn't surprise me.
We are talking about the place with the toad tunnel.
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