Whole Fish, and Stuff That Bothers Me.

So.

Jen and I were in Gloucester today, and we thought we would try the new-ish Thai restaurant.
I'm looking at the menu, trying to figure out what mmm mmm dish I'd like to have for lunch. If it were chicken or seafood, I like the battered and fried stuff. I also didn't want noodles, so pad thai was out. I saw some fried rice that looked excellent. It had pineapples, and a choice of shrimp, chicken, pork, or beef. The waiter comes over and starts to take our orders and Jen goes first. She gets her standard for that ethnicity, Chicken Pad Thai. Her mom orders Shrimp Pad Thai.
The waiter looks at me, and I panic. I flip a few pages and say to myself AHA! breaded fish.
I order the flounder. It comes in in this spicy-ish basil sauce (according to the menu) and has green peppers, yellow peppers, red peppers.. and basically sounds pretty delicious.
WIN. The waiter says he has to check to see if they actually have the whole flounder. He comes back happily saying yes, they do have the whole flounder and I say great. I'm thinking, "I don't really know what that means, but whatever."
So we get our appetizers first. The chicken satay was fantastic, and the peanut sauce it came with was fabulous too. We also got battered calamari stuff with sweet and sour sauce, that came with various battered vegetables as well. We polished that off in short order, and they brought our meals out. Chicken Pad-Thai, Shrimp Pad-Thai, and

The Flounder.

I looked at it. And I looked at it...
I wondered how the hell I'm supposed to even START eating this thing.
I thought Jen was going to die laughing so I sought comfort in the fact that its little batter encrusted eye was positioned to be staring at her through the whole meal.
I eventually figured out how to eat it, and it was rather tasty. I would never have expected this to show up and be placed in front of me for consumption, and although I probably should have chosen the Pineapple Fried Rice in my panicked confusion, this was pretty darn good.

And now for the stuff that bothers me.
I was in line at the chick-fil-a drive through a week or two ago, and as I waited in line behind mini-vans and SUV's full of people, it kind of occured to me that they're essentially using an "express lane" when they have more than 10 items.
I'm dubbing this Drive-Thru abuse.
It can't be easy on the person at the window, trying to take 5 or 6 orders over those lousy intercoms. Why WOULDN'T you want to go inside if you've got so many orders? It takes twice as long to place the orders, you have an exponentially increased chance of having them screw something up, than if you just went inside and let everybody place their own orders, and had everybody pay.
THEN. THEN they sit there at the window and check every single bag for every single item to make sure it's there... meanwhile nobody can move forward or get their food.
The same goes for those people that sit at the drive through ordering for an entire office.
They abuse the drive-thru and defeat the speedy service purpose of the thing.
The rule should probably be: If you have more than 3 items on your order, or more than three items, just go INSIDE and place your order.

This one was almost like a two-fer.