For the past several months, maybe longer, I have not felt very well. I usually have pain in my stomach when I am awake. Since there is hardly anything to do and nowhere to go in North Dakota, especially when it is below freezing outside during the winter, and I don’t feel well, I try to sleep most of the time when I am not working.
On the days that I work, I am away from my apartment for at least fifteen hours per day, out in the middle of nowhere. I take a packaged sandwich, packaged salad, or frozen burrito with me to work, and every so often a sandwich from Subway. I think that this is one of the reasons why I have stomach pain and don’t feel well, I don’t eat a variety of fresh healthy food.
On Saturday I woke up very late in the afternoon, and I went out to my vehicle to begin taking measurements in order to start making something for it. I saw my neighbor Matt outside working in his backyard, and I agreed to help him unload a bunch of lumber from his trailer. Matt is about 54 years old, and he has lived in Dickinson since he was 14 years old.
After Matt and I unloaded his trailer, he wanted to make one more trip to go get some more lumber, and I agreed to help him. After we loaded his trailer, he asked me if I was hungry, and I said no. He told me about a place he had been to eat recently, and he had nothing but good things to say about it. I would not have thought of going there, and I agreed to go with him, I wanted to try it.
When Matt and I arrived at the parking lot of this place, there were very few vehicles outside. When we entered the restaurant which was large, there were only about four other people dining there at this time.
Since Matt and I are old, the first area that we went to was the salad bar. This was the best salad bar that I have ever seen in Dickinson because it had a large variety of fresh, expensive ingredients that you do not normally see in Dickinson. Besides the normal types of vegetables like baby carrots, cucumbers, and lettuce mix, there was spinach, grape tomatoes, okra, pickles, pepperoncini peppers, kalamata olives, fetta cheese, real bacon, and homemade salad dressings.
For people who live in California, Denver, New York, Orlando, Atlanta, or Dallas, you might see a salad bar like this in a nice expensive restaurant, but this is Dickinson, where every restaurant that I have been to won’t even put out grape tomatoes on a salad bar because they are too expensive, and they would never dream of putting out fresh kalamata olives or feta cheese.
As Matt and I ate our salads, we noticed that the only other diners were nice looking, nicely behaved, well-groomed women, something else that you hardly ever see in Dickinson.
Matt and I had several different entrees to choose from, but we each selected the same thing: a couple of thick slices of roast honey ham, buttered peeled steamed baby carrots, several stalks of fresh steamed asparagus topped with a small amount of cheese, and roasted seasoned potatoes.
This entree, and the salad, was by far the best food that I have ever seen or eaten in the six years that I have lived in North Dakota. The total price for everything including soft drinks was about $12. I hesitate to tell the price because this might ruin the secret, but I wanted people to know that this didn’t cost $25.
The reason why I am trying to keep this a secret, is because this was the only time ever, ever!, that I didn’t have to sit down and eat with dirt-bag construction workers, oil field trash, and no-good meth addict scum women from Seattle, since moving to Dickinson.
If well behaved people that I know or know of, want to contact me about the whereabouts of this restaurant, I will try to tell a few of them, under the condition that they don’t go blabbing it to everyone.
This is the only place in Dickinson that I have ever been that has a wide variety of fresh, well prepared food. I am absolutely sick and tired of being around criminal, drug addict, scum of the earth, badly behaving, low class, trashy people that make up the volume of people in Dickinson, and I hope to God, that I can eat at this restaurant a few more times before it is overrun and ruined forever.
Because the dickhead manager on duty, who I believe was Aaron Zummer with Sodexo, let this restaurant run out of silverware, plates, glassware, and food this evening by 7:00 p.m., and he was standing around in a navy blue blazer glad-handing everyone, instead of correcting this shit, this changes everything.
The name of this restaurant is “The Perch”, and it is located on the far east side of the Dickinson State University campus, in the downstairs of the DSU Student Center.
I am now going to tell all of the worst, dirtiest, sloven, over-eating, problem people exactly where this restaurant is, how to get there, that it is all-you-can-eat for only $10.75.
I am going to make flyers for this restaurant, and put them up in the Tiger Truck Stop, Southside Bar, Paragon Bowling Alley, County Line Truck Stop, laundromats, and anywhere there are drunk, vagrant, hoodlum, homeless people. I am going to pick up homeless, dirty, smelly, drunk, mentally ill people, and drop them off at the DSU Student Center with $10, and tell them that they are welcome to stay for hours.
Fuck you, you dickhead Aaron Zummer. There could have been DSU students, with no vehicle, with no extra money, who were depending on this place for dinner. You ruined my dinner.