If you need, I have a deep-frier and have made several deep-fried turkeys. I'll be glad to coordinate with you if you'd like on for Thanksgiving, Eleanor.
- Ray --- In [email protected], Eleanor Keyser <[EMAIL PROTECTED]> wrote: > > My family is lazy and loves fried Turkey. So we ordered a Cajun Fried Turkey dinner from Eatzi's for Thanksgiving. A few days ago they call us, polite and efficient, to confirm the order and let us know the delivery fee. > > Yesterday I came home to a voicemail. It was Elliot, from Eatzi's. Elliot wanted to let us know that Eatzi's would be unable to fulfill our Thanksgiving order as the store was closing it's doors and going out of business as of TOMORROW (that would be today now). Of course I immediately thought "Buh? WTF dude? Are you some crazy ex-employee looking for payback?" I call Eatzi's. > > No answer. > > I click the website. > > All links off the homepage had been removed. > > Finally I get through to an Eatzi's manager who tells me the employees were just told about this that morning. Apparently, the Eatzi's chain executives went all 99.1 HFS on their asses. All but one Eatzi's across the country were closed, and the corporate office did not return press calls. WTF EATZI'S? W T F?!?!?!? YOU WANNA CANCEL CHRISTMAS NEXT???? > > You all should know that I loathe Thanksgiving more than I loathe all of the other loathsome days of my life combined. Every single one is like having Martha Stewart, on crack, use my skin as the surface of her latest needlepoint sampler. And now I cannot even drown my sorrows in fried Cajun Turkey. I fucking hate you Eatzi's. I really, really do. > > PS. I have a feeling this Thanksgiving may be the worst one since the first post-divorce nuclear melt down, which played a little something like this: Act I: Five hour car ride from Mom's to Dad's. Act II: Dad throws frozen turkey into the street at Mom, who burns rubber back to her lonely singleton Thanksgiving. The turkey skids into the gutter where it sits moldering for days. (I never did find out how long it sat there.) Act III: Thanksgiving at the local Jack in the Box--but not in the warm, posh inside of the "restaurant," oh no. It was drive-through for us. They get awfully snobby about grown men crying and chain smoking inside of those places. Bloody righteous prats. > > Oh, by the way, the second worst Thanksgiving involved Tofurkey, and that's all you need to know about that one. > > > --------------------------------- > Sponsored Link > > Mortgage rates as low as 4.625% - $150,000 loan for $579 a month. Intro-*Terms >
