A Baked Potato Bar Dinner Party

Were drinks provided?

You've had worse in your mouth.

The worst parties—as far as food and ambience—are hosted by lesbians. I went to a wedding with no flowers, music, bar, or entertainment. There were pinwheel sandwiches, cape cod potato chips, and polar springs seltzers on ice.

Sounds fun, actually

R1 There was no alcohol. There was a cooler and ice where one fished a cola product out.

Fabulous post, thanks OP.

No margarine fountain?

Dealbreaker!

OP, when people make a big fake story like this, hoping to sound somehow above the event, it simply reveals a desperate need for attention and validation. You were hoping to sound… humorous? Witty? It just sounds like you need to get laid.

0/10

R8, I do need to get laid and I’m dramatic. But this really did happen.

You bitch. Didn't you read the thread about all the lonely people on DL with no friends and no relatives. I would kill to be invited to a McDonald's Birthday Party. An adult one of course. Do they have adult parties at McDonald's?

This is what passes as Haute cuisine in Enid, Oklahoma.

Meh, you tried OP. Dumb post, but anything is better than another Dump thread.

[quote]This is what passes as Haute cuisine in Enid, Oklahoma.

Hot Springs, Arkansas is much more upscale. They have mashed potato bars where the mashed potatoes are served in large martini glasses.

I don't get while people don't believe this happened. I know the OP embellished a bit to add some humor, but it sounds totally legit.

I'm not quite sure why you put so much emphasis on the audacity of being invited, OP. As opposed to just showing up randomly off the street? How else does one find themselves at a dinner party in the absence of an invitation?

This post feels like a rejected plot line of a Frasier episode.

So pissy-prisspot narrators of fiction are immune to the charms of socio-cultural camp?

I hope you smacked the hostess viciously!

I love Baked Potatoes, with butter& sour cream and chives!!

Was the skin crispy?

“But we have a WAFFLE BAR!”

I’m not sure I understand why OP’s post was FF’ed. I understand doing so to hateful posts, but what’s wrong with humor? Is it because it’s (probably mostly or entirely) fictional? If so, what’s wrong with fiction?

R19, I'm not seeing it FFed, but I'm also on Asbestos Eyeballs.

We have a couple of obnoxious little cunts here abusing the FF feature. It may be time to reconsider the FF feature.

I’m not seeing it grayed out, but yeh there’s no reason for that. This post is stupid but not FF worthy. How odd.

I have ww'd OP's post, even though the party he went to strikes me as the height of class and sophistication. The lack of a salad is a valid failing to note though, especially considering you can be big pre packed bags of salad, just open em up a little squirt some dressing inside and shake em up, call it good. Maybe chuck it in a bowl if you got one handy

R20's right the FF feature is being abused

[quote]We have a couple of obnoxious little cunts here abusing the FF feature.

R20 - I was banned for two days for calling someone a cunt over some disagreement.

Yes, it's abused.

Jesus Christ it’s not fiction but I embellished it a little. Why are you F&Fing me over that?

R24, most DLers are not. But there's been an uptick on somebody FFing classic DL threads and gay porn/male nudity threads.

It's time to weed out some rats.

I gave you a W&W OP/R24

R26 WWs don’t cancel out FFs, from what I’ve read.

Don't worry, we'll get to the bottom of who has been FFing shit around here.

R28 A few people here have bandied about theories about who is doing the FFing.... all quite wrong unfortunately, they have no more idea who is doing it then the rest of us. I wish you greater success!

R29, I have a pretty good idea re: who is responsible. He knows who he is.

I don't think OP is lying and I would never FF them, but this whole post just feels a bit minstrel. Like some hack 80s/90s "mincing queen at a dinner party" bit.

Of course, if this your genuine personality, my sincerest apologies, OP.

I like fiction and baked potatoes and mincing queens.

Can you all not tell a Teafake post when you read its ridiculousness? It swore it was never posting again but that was only two days ago.

[QUOTE]this whole post just feels a bit minstrel. Like some hack 80s/90s "mincing queen at a dinner party" bit.

I could swear this is at least the third version we've had about a surprise baked potato bar going back 20 years or so.

Sir, this is a 1990s Wendy's.

Baked potatoes don’t age well. Straight from oven to plate. Not wrapped in foil in a warming oven like Black Angus.

If done correctly using high quality toppings and fixings, a baked potato bar can be a great way to eat.

This amusing EST was likely generated by AI-human collaboration. I give it a 3/10 because it feels potted. Now I'll respond with an AI-human collaboration.

The old “intimate supper” bait-and-switch. I'm appalled on your behalf, OP. We can practically hear the Corelle's funereal tap on the Corian countertop. Not even a springy polyester table runner, was there dear?

Yes, the sticky horror of realising you’ve dressed for the Happy Few only to be confronted by foil-wrapped tubers is not easily forgotten. One feels uninvited while present, surely the lowest social circle Dante forgot to chart.

It brings to mind the Affair of the fête de fin d’études du Duc de La Rochefoucauld, a cocktail dînatoire hosted on the terrace of the Hôtel Richemond in Geneva. The invitation promised un léger souper, so we expected caviar, champagne, perhaps the faintest whiff of scandal. What we got instead were limp quiches, pale supermarket canapés under aspic glaze, sliced boutefas, and a case of Côtes-du-Rhône Villages the Prince had lifted from his grandfather’s chalet in Gstaad. The wine, admittedly, was faultless.

The giant tôle fleur-de-lis torchères reminded the Duc faintly of his ancestral château, though he admitted the originals had the advantage of being 18th C and neither electric nor gilded in haste. Someone murmured that the terrace view was the real luxury, but I distinctly remember thinking I’d have preferred a chair. I stood there in my dinner jacket, trying to eat a slice of boutefas with a flimsy toothpick while a horsey Polish countess declared she was “quite mad for "le chic de Migros Budget.”

I left before the Gâteau Diplomate appeared, mostly for safety reasons. The moon over Lake Geneva was divine, and it seemed to be quietly consoling me.

I miss the crispy baked potato skins of my childhood. What am I doing wrong? I don’t use foil and I cook them at °450.

make sure to use Russet Burbank, AKA "Idaho baked potato" potato

this is a parody from a genuine thread from long ago when a twink third to throw a baked potato bar party

I assume you were only allowed to go once around the garden.

This isn’t a Teacake post, he’d be calling others cunts and lashing out, and would say, make it make sense!

I laughed at OP’s story, but I cringed, because I remembered throwing a baked potato party in 1994 or so. I provided a salad on the side.