Rick’s Iron Skillet: Ode to an Absent Fridge


This morning I woke up hungry. Most humans do, and those fortunate enough to have jobs often have a quick means of satisfying the need. Those humans also have refrigerators. Presently, I have half a refrigerator and have had to deal with it for the better part of this week. My landlord is being incredibly difficult about this, to the point that I am now asking that the cost for the amount of food he’s allowed to spoil be taken out of our rent. Since we are the only not crazy tenants here, perhaps he’ll listen. Or, I’ll be finding a new apartment where my basic requirements are met — working life appliances.

Anyway, Rick’s Iron Skillet. I’ve eaten here once before, but was violently ill afterwards. Not a very good sign, but that was over a year ago and I haven’t been to any irresponsible philosophers parties recently. So I figured I was safe. Rick’s is rustic little staple of the south. While large cities have greasy spoons and diners, I haven’t seen many as old-timey in their presentation as this, or as full of old people.

Wide shot

The larger dining space.

Toys used to be made out of metal. Back when people lived on the edge and drinking in the morning wasn't a sign of alcoholism. It was just what you did.

It is appropriately filled with skillets. But, rustic, can’t you tell? It is so rustic that’s attached to a pawn shop and a Mexican restaurant, but that’s just the encroaching 21st century.

Anyway, I dared eat here again. Largely because IHOP was too far to drive when I could barely see, and Waffle House is the ideal place to go if you want to get murdered. Also, Rick’s is fairly inexpensive.

But what did I order? Just a little dish known as the Burning Inferno Omelette (Omelet on their menu).

I added the hot sauce as it's inferno-like qualities were clearly overstated.

After ordering it I remembered that hot links don’t agree with me. Also, I remembered that for the past two days I’ve been suffering from terrible stomach trouble. Well, since I was pretty much doomed, why not dig in? The omelette contains mushrooms, onions, bell peppers, cheese, and hot links. It’s then smothered in a cheese blanket and served up with my choice of toast or biscuits and gravy. Their toast is very salty so I opted for the gravy.

Oh woe is me. I have consumed an entire inferno.

Despite my concern, it was delicious. Or I was just driven so delirious by hunger that I only thought it was delicious.
This is precisely why I need a refrigerator in my life. It’s a grounding point, something that keeps me from indulging in gastronomic disasters. The suffering I endure at the hands of my double-hot-sauced hell omelette is entirely the fault of the lazy man I’ve given thousands of dollars of rent to at this point.
Or I have no impulse control.
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About Jasmine Maleficent Rea

Jasmine is a writer, journalist, amateur chef, and general nerd. She loves Iron Man, Star Trek, and Dragon Quest to scary degrees and has been known to drink a bit of wine. She's also a semi-recovering game journalist.
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