Ed. Note: The Marina Bar & Grill has, as of July 2011, closed and the Capitol Oyster Bar has moved into the space. Check out the post for July 12, 2011 for the details. Nibbles and the Marina will be missed but the COB will be a great replacement....we hope.
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| Nibbles no more. (At least someone was happy about it). |
It is my sad duty to report the loss in action of one of our fearless and expendable members of the elite Gump Guinea Pig Early Strike Force at The Marina Bar & Grill Friday. The LITG Gang had visited The Marina shortly after it re-0pened and gave mixed reviews, especially concerning the slow service. With the appearance of wonderful Spring weather and the heightened allure of The Marina, the GGPs were ordered in this week to perform a standard recon to ensure it would be safe for our faithful LITG followers.
Unfortunately, things went awry....slowly but seriously.
Unfortunately, things went awry....slowly but seriously.
After one hour of nothing but water and ketchup, the heat and sun took its toll on Gamma Company. Nibbles (Code Name "Gnaw"), the jokester of the company, succumbed to exhaustion and hunger. He was originally thought to be faking severe hunger. However, when the rest of the company realized he was truly famished and there was no food in sight, it was too late. Nibbles, already too weak to make it out under his own power, had to be carried out by the rest of Gamma Company. The meager rations of red beans and rice were not sufficient to revive him. By the time they reached available food, Nibbles nose had quit twitching.
He will be missed. Especially, by his 3 dozen children. "Fortunately," his commander Squeak said, sunflower seed in cheek, "there are plenty more where he came from."
The debriefing suggests that LITG fans avoid The Marina on Friday's during good weather between the hours of 11:30 a.m. and 1:15 p.m. The 31 tables cannot be covered by the two waitresses in time to provide nourishment to those used to eating in less than 1:15 minutes. Alas, this warning was too late for Nibbles but, after all, we sent him in because he was expendable.
Goodbye brave Nibbles. Next time take a snack if you are going to The Marina on a Friday.
He will be missed. Especially, by his 3 dozen children. "Fortunately," his commander Squeak said, sunflower seed in cheek, "there are plenty more where he came from."
The debriefing suggests that LITG fans avoid The Marina on Friday's during good weather between the hours of 11:30 a.m. and 1:15 p.m. The 31 tables cannot be covered by the two waitresses in time to provide nourishment to those used to eating in less than 1:15 minutes. Alas, this warning was too late for Nibbles but, after all, we sent him in because he was expendable.
Goodbye brave Nibbles. Next time take a snack if you are going to The Marina on a Friday.
I think the little bugger was asking for it...Friday, nice weather, between 11:30 and 1:15, seriously? What callous and unthinking commander would frag such a suicide sortie. Why not send him out Sunday at 12:30 PM...good luck with that, unless you have been satiated with communion wafers and grape juice.
ReplyDeleteIt was the "Charge of the Light Brigade."
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