The past few days, I actually had a few food-related conversations among talk of pop culture and, egads, comics. Possibly the strangest and most surreal was with David Arquette, you know… Courtney Cox’s (of Friends) husband.
Why I was in line to meet him and Paul Reubens, I really don’t know. It seemed to be common thing to be swept up by the tide of people and somehow find myself grabbing a shield to promote 300 or shirt for The Ghost Whisperer. How else do I explain all the crap I acquired?
But I digress. On Friday afternoon, I found myself in line to meet the cast of some movie and among them was David Arquette and Paul Reubens. I was more excited to talk to Paul Reubens about his hilarious role in 30 Rock but found myself in front of David Arquette instead.
I don’t know anything about Mr. Arquette and didn’t want to be blubbering about something I don’t know just to make conversation. Then a light bulb turned on in my head and I asked him about Ribs USA.
“Hey David. I saw your photo up at Ribs USA in Burbank and you signed it as your favorite ribs place. I ate there because of that and, well, my experience was less than favorable.”
(David Arquette slightly taken aback.)
“Sorry to hear that. What did you have?”
“The baby back rib tips. The meat was really fatty. But what really disturbed me were the peanut shells all over the floor. Really disgusting. I could’t finish my dinner. Further I can’t believe Courtney lets you eat that type of food.”
“Uh, security…?” David snapped his fingers to people beyond my peripheral vision.
I continued (hastily), “The wait staff at Ribs USA was really, really friendly and they offered to turn off the A/C when they saw us shivering. They provided extra side dishes when the cook goofed the order. In all, it was a meal for three-and-a-half, not two. I really wanted to love the food and embrace it as my favorite rib joint, but I just can’t.”
I’m not sure David heard the last bit, as I was quickly ushered away in handcuffs. The first rule of celebrity meetings is not to talk about their photos in restaurant establishments. Sometimes if you see a photo in a restaurant, it doesn’t always mean the food is good.
As I was being escorted out of the convention center, I squeezed off this shot as a reminder of better places to eat in Burbank.
*Actual events may vary.
It’s one thing to ‘converse’ with someone via Blogger but another to meet them in person. JustJenn was one person I communicated with via our blogs and when I discovered that we had more in common than food, say comics, we decided to meet at the comic-con of all places. Jenn knew what table I was stationed at and on Friday morning, I was surprised by someone introducing herself as Jenn.
I fear that I was being too loud because I’m usually not like that. But despite our quick exchange of words, I have determined she’s one cool cookie. And speaking of cookies, she dropped off a batch of her crispy peanut butter cookies for us, complete with a comic con/Bruce Timm inspired label! She’s a woman of my own heart.
Jenn also sells some very cute stuff on her website, some even available at Target.