Thursday, April 21, 2011

R is for Razzdango

The hidden treasure above is the greatest non-alcoholic liquid substance ever created. It tastes as sweet as nectar from a utopian fairytale. It was my classic concoction that I would pour gracefully down my throat for $1.79. It, was my Razzdango.

Denny's had it as a part of a special mix of drinks that they ran for a few years. I fell in L-word with it at first sight, and I knew that the feeling was mutual. Razzdango and I would waltz away as I tackled a Grand Slam. I wouldn't just get a glass of Razzdango, I would order her in a carafe, and we would blissfully swoon away into each others taste glands. Every time that I ordered it, I could hear an old knight in the background whispering, "You have chosen, wisely." (Name it Erik)

And then she was gone.

That curse word of a restaurant removed her from the menu, took her away from me, and I haven't seen her since. Razzdango is my "one that got away". I have tried so hard to replace her. Pacific Chiller, Pineapple Dream, Island Splash, none of them have come close to the way I used to feel for Razzdango. And I will never get her back. Somewhere, a man is playing a swan song on the world's smallest violin for me about the girl who was poured down the drains. Oh how I miss you Razzdango. I can't wait until Denny's takes me off of the menu and we can be together again.

What do you think?

1 comment:

  1. that happens way too much - you find something you love and they take it away =(
    aw well.
    happy s day