As many of us prepare to attend the National Restaurant Show this weekend, let me leave you with a thought: Does it ever occur to you that going to the NRA is a little like being trapped in the Bill Murray film “Groundhog Day”?
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…walking the same aisles, in the same McCormick halls, standing in line waiting to get a another free Nathan’s hot dog; using a toothpick to stab yet another fried chicken tender from the Tyson booth; having meetings in the Coke booth, being drawn to the Anchor Foods booth to nosh on fried cheese and listen to 50’s rock ‘n roll; trolling the Hyatt Long Bar and the lobby of the Michigan Avenue Marriott for “chance encounters”; standing around at the Champaign and Strawberry party at 10:30PM on Friday night talking about how the NRA Show used to be fun; and so on, and so on, and so on. “…and the beat goes on…”
What’s the definition of insanity again? Doing the same thing over and over and expecting different results?
Have a great show.
“I went into a restaurant. The menu said, ‘Breakfast anytime.’ So I ordered French toast during the Renaissance.” --- Steven Wright, comedian