(Scientist pulls out baseball baat.)

Moderator: Hey, what are you doing?

(Scientist breaks Intelligent Design advocate’s kneecap.)

Intelligent Design advocate: YEAAARRRRGGGHHHH! YOU BROKE MY KNEECAP!

Scientist: Perhaps it only appears that I broke your kneecap. Certainly, all the evidence points to the hypothesis I broke your kneecap. For example, your kneecap is broken; it appears to be a fresh wound; and I am holding a baseball bat, which is spattered with your blood. However, a mere preponderance of evidence doesn’t mean anything. Perhaps your kneecap was designed that way. Certainly, there are some features of the current situation that are inexplicable according to the “naturalistic” explanation you have just advanced, such as the exact contours of the excruciating pain that you are experiencing right now.

Intelligent Design advocate: AAAAH! THE PAIN!

Scientist: Frankly, I personally find it completely implausible that the random actions of a scientist such as myself could cause pain of this particular kind. I have no precise explanation for why I find this hypothesis implausible — it just is. Your knee must have been designed that way!

Intelligent Design advocate: YOU BASTARD! YOU KNOW YOU DID IT!

Scientist: I surely do not. How can we know anything for certain? Frankly, I think we should expose people to all points of view. Furthermore, you should really re-examine whether your hypothesis is scientific at all: the breaking of your kneecap happened in the past, so we can’t rewind and run it over again, like a laboratory experiment. Even if we could, it wouldn’t prove that I broke your kneecap the previous time. Plus, let’s not even get into the fact that the entire universe might have just popped into existence right before I said this sentence, with all the evidence of my alleged kneecap-breaking already pre-formed.

Intelligent Design advocate: That’s a load of bullshit sophistry! Get me a doctor and a lawyer, not necessarily in that order, and we’ll see how that plays in court!

Scientist (turning to audience): And so we see, ladies and gentlemen, when push comes to shove, advocates of Intelligent Design do not actually believe any of the arguments that they profess to believe. When it comes to matters that hit home, they prefer evidence, the scientific method, testable hypotheses, and naturalistic explanations. In fact, they strongly privilege naturalistic explanations over supernatural hocus-pocus or metaphysical wankery. It is only within the reality-distortion field of their ideological crusade that they give credence to the flimsy, ridiculous arguments which we so commonly see on display. I must confess, it kind of felt good, for once, to be the one spouting free-form bullshit; it’s so terribly easy and relaxing, compared to marshaling rigorous arguments backed up by empirical evidence. But I fear that if I were to continue, then it would be habit-forming, and bad for my soul. Therefore, I bid you adieu.

This first installment is about Charo Chicken. I ate there today on my lunch break.

Outside is not much to see, mine was in a small shopping center-esque place with a Firehouse Subs (a review on them might be coming soon) and an Asian Bank. Their sign reads “Fresh Fast Fire Grilled”. Of those three adjectives only one I can be sure is true…

Fast.

I entered. The place is clean, the walls covered in pictures that I’m sure are supposed to make you feel hungry, there is one person in line in front of me. I look up at the menu. It’s sparse to say the least. Has a list of side items (six tops three of them beans), a list of “Extras” (sour cream, cheese, tortillas, etc), and eight combos. Nothing more. So I order off the menu, pay, place my little placard showing my order on my table (the place is small, so I take about three steps to get to an empty table) and fill my drink. My food is on the table by the time I return. So fast it is.

Fresh I cannot say as I don’t know the ingredients and wasn’t allowed into the kitchen. The best I can do is say it didn’t taste rotten.

Fire grilled is a marketing ploy. Their kitchen is open, there isn’t a fire in sight. I can see the minimum wage cook grilling chicken on the same flat sheet of metal that you see at burger joints.

As for taste. It sucked. Don’t get me wrong, it was edible, but bland. The chicken was horribly dry and bland. The beans were bland. The rice was a clumped together hunk of slightly orangish whatever. It had obviously been sitting in a warmer for long enough to break down from it’s original grains and stick together. Oh and it was bland. The tortillas were okay as far as tortillas go, but I’ve had much better.

Also, the menu they have hanging over the cashier’s head is an abridged version. There is a full paper menu that you can pick up that has everything in it, but it is by the register and by the time you see it you’ve already made a decision from the menu above and you’d have to start over and make a hasty decision on what is included in order to keep the line moving. Idiot move.

There is only one thing this place has going for it. Price. For what it is it’s cheap. Lunch was about 6 bucks and I’m satisfied in the sense of I am no longer hungry.

My verdict: Skip it.

The complete menu, I’ll update later and continually mark out the one’s I’ve had.

I’ll gladly allow her to show them to me to prove otherwise. :]

If you saw this guy going down the street you’d say he’s compensating. (I know I did)

So why the fuck do black guys need a raised impala on (per the numbers on the trunk) 24s? It can’t be style because this thing is a piece of shit. I know damn well it’s not performance with all that extra unsprung weight. His stereo system sucked ass too. Blows my fucking mind.

The owner’s wife told me as they were getting into it that “Everything in the reviews is true.”