mini essay two: descriptive

My roommate and I, quite tired of the food served in the cafeteria, decided to make a little adventure out of supper by venturing out into the brisk evening air a few days ago. The decision of where to go was easy; my roommate wanted a hamburger, and I was up for anything, as long as it was edible and it wouldn’t kill me. After our short walk, we arrived at Hardee’s, the warm interior a pleasant change from the outside air. We were instantly welcomed by a man, who seemed almost too eager to see us. We returned the affable greeting and set to staring at the board that held images of the food the establishment had to offer. It was rather difficult to choose between the multiple variations of meat, cheese and chicken options, but after some deliberation my friend and I placed our order and proceeded to our table. At this point we started to take notice of the atmosphere, which we found very pleasing. Along all of the walls and on all the dividers between the tables, there were records from bands that we had heard of from our parents, band we listened to during our childhood up until then, ranging from The Mama’s and the Papa’s to the Monkees to The Beatles. We spent most of our waiting time singing (in diverse degrees of awful) various snippets of songs that we knew from the artists we were most familiar with, until the unabashedly friendly server arrived with our food. He placed our orders in front of us, the greasy yet all too appealing aroma wafting to us, begging to be consumed. We ate in a manner comparable to wild dogs, yet with enough grace so as not to embarrass our families, had they been there. My roommate had no problems consuming her burger and oddly entertaining curly fries, but my burger had a tendency to fall apart on me, causing mustard, ketchup, and mayonnaise to stain the wrapper that lined the basket that cradled my food. I blamed the thin bun that encased the marvelously cooked slab of meat, but I’m sure it was my sloppy manner of consumption. Of course, I wasn’t too concerned with the mess, seeing as my friend and I were the only patron’s present at the time, the music from the overhead speakers and the prattle of the employees from behind the counter the only ambient noise. We finished quickly, allowing ourselves time to digest. Neither of us were looking forward to the walk back to our dorm, seeing as we had grown very fond of the warmth of the restaurant. However, I had a meeting to attend, and my roommate wasn’t about to remain alone in the empty Hardee’s. Making a half-attempt at cleaning our table, we discarded our trash and made for the exit, our friend the overeager server bidding us a goodnight and a safe walk home. I believe at that moment, we had decided that, every once in awhile, you need to indulge in an overly-greasy burger and overly-friendly staff with an best friend.