How it got Started

The premise of this blog is to document the satisfaction and more importantly the dissatisfaction that we, the JSC team, receive from our subpar, run of the mill, second-rate, middling cafeteria.

A string of events has lead to this blog’s establishment and it all comes down to a simple order of curly fries. Yes, curly fries.

Apparently curly fries are on a commonly high demand at the Johnson Space Center, because our cafeteria seems to always be out of them. Or so we are lead to believe. You see, 5 times in a row, I ordered curly fries to go with my scrumptulesant fried chicken tenders and sawmill gravy delight, but 5 times I was denied. Denied of their unique seasoning beyond the typical salt. Denied of their brilliant curl shapes that dance on the tongue. Denied of their bounty that satisfies the completeness of a fried meal. Denied happiness.

Did I get a warning I wouldn’t receive my curly fries? No. They never warn. They never warn. They only throw in regular fries and push you through the line. Push you through like you’re satisfaction is irrelevant. Sometimes they are actually out of fries, but sometimes they don’t want to share. Sometimes, I feel as if the cafeteria people keep the curly fries all to themselves. Sometimes I think they are eating my curly fries after I leave and that stings. It stings bad.

So let this blog be dedicated to the flight controllers with no curly fries. May they find justice and hope.