A man zips down the road in his red 68’ camaro. Sunglasses glinting in the sun. Frosted tips waving in the breeze.
He looks into the camera, “Hi, I’m Guy Fieri, and we’re rolling out, looking for America’s greatest diners, drive-ins, and dives”, he says.
Guy pulls up into the parking lot of a restaurant. Liberal amounts of white and black checkerboard accents, topped off by a large neon sign attached to the roof, displaying the word “diner”.
The man walks in through the doors. Customers look up from their meals, with whispers of “Oh my god, is that Guy Fieri?”.
But Mr. Fieri wasn’t here to meet fans, no, you could see it, in his bowling shirt and goatee, that he was here to experience one thing. A one-way ticket to Flavortown.
He scans the restaurant and locks eyes. A round, middle-aged chef. Hairy arms, broad chest, thick stubble, mustache, and a forehead, shiny with sweat. His apron dotted with grease stains.
They shake hands, the chef talks a little about himself. They go into the back, the place where all the magic happens, the place where Guy is at his most comfortable.
The cook, named Rick, set to work, preparing his famous “All-American Cheeseburger”, going through the process step-by-step. But Guy wasn’t too interested in that. No, he was waiting for the final act.
Finally, it arrived, the sandwich was finished. A thick beef patty on a buttered and lightly grilled bun, oozing with cheese, and covered in lettuce, tomato, pickles, and onions.
He goes in for the first bite. His armies move into attack. A pincer maneuver. It’s down the hatch in milliseconds.
Bliss. Heaven. Words cannot describe the sensations Guy Fieri is feeling, as tears stream down his cheeks.
The sandwich disappears.Compliments are given, hands are shaken.
A man is driving down a road.
He faces the camera, “So that’s it for this trip. I’ll see ya next time, on Diners, Drive-ins, and Dives.”
Bryan, this beautiful creation of yours that too few will ever witness will continue to light the way of writing for millennia. The ability to perfectly capture the complete image and grace that is Guy Fieri is a rare feat, and one worth mentioning. I could see every detail in my mind, and I think you completely captured the American classic that is Diners, Drive-ins, and Dives. Thank you Ryan. Thank you.
good, fun, and fresh!
Bryan, just like Guy taking his first bite of the burger, your poem brought me to tears. Out of all the poems I’ve read so far, this is most likely the one the intrigued me the most. I enjoyed your detailed descriptions and the emotions were well written. Good job on your poem and I hope to read more from you.
Sup Brian. I absolutely loved reading this piece. Your descriptive words and fluent storyline make the story come to life. I could thoroughly imagine exactly what you were saying, and felt as if I was watching the actual TV show! I will never forget this!!!!
Hi Bryan, I enjoyed reading your story! As I was reading your story I could imagine everything you were saying so vividly in my head. You effectively used dialogue ans strong diction to make your story interesting. 10/10 would read again. Also 10/10 would recommend.
I absolutely love this post! The way you described Guy and the chef and the burger was amazing. The use of detail throughout the poem is excellent! Great job!
I love how you used certain words like “ooze” to describe the “All-American Cheeseburger.” I was able to imagine the cheeseburger very clearly! The cheese burger must be really good if Guy was crying!
Bryan. This is the most beautiful piece of poetry I have ever read. I have plenty of experience watching Diners, Drive-ins, and Dives and this is a phenomenal representation of the show. I loved the way you described Guy Fieri’s emotions. Thank you for making my whole week with this great post!