Wandering around the food court..........ugh. Veggie Wrap? Yum.

YES. I will. I'm planning on coming for the start of play today, already planning on going to the World Market and getting some natural almonds.

Any other suggestions?

FRICK!!! DOUBLE FRICK!!! (Scrubs Reference)

My boss just called in sick, so I'm here for the long haul today. I won't be able to make it down to Tunica today.

Man, I am so sorry...

Steve, think of the precedence you are setting here.

DN mentions not having something at a tournament in Mississippi.

People begin trying to get it to him.

DN finds that he can get things just by posting.

DN never leaves house

DN never wins another tournament.

DN's fan base melts away

DN can't get food anymmore and starves at home


It's a slippery slope man! It's better to teach a man to fish....

he doesn't eat fish either... duh

I really wish I had known how bad Daniel's food situation is a few days ago. My husband and I came to Tunica Sunday to gamble (but also hoping we could see some of the tournament and see Daniel). I would have went to the grocery store in Southaven and bought him some groceries. Sorry Daniel!

all daniel needs to do is carry around a jar of peanut butter with him and a spoon. Or maybe some honey roasted peanuts..... mmmmmm honey roasted

Tunica is not a remote desolate backwoods place where every restaraunt has 300 lb women with rags on their heads frying roadkill in the deep fryer. There are some very nice restaraunts there that will prepare you anything within reason (even if it isn't on the menu). You just have to ask. The buffets are not all that is there.


I had this old aunt, she was from the northeast, she used to come down south to visit my grandparents. She complained about the food all the time. She never had to eat anything she disliked, my grandparents went out of their way to accomodate her. But anything to do with the south she disliked. If you told her the ice cream she was eating was made in Texas she'd stop shoveling it down and leave it because it was from the south. She'd make rude comments about accents (we thought she was the one with the accent). Everything up north was always better.

Yep, the woman hated the south and the food was a freudian vent. But she came back every year to vent on us and run us into the dirt. So we began go out of our way to eat stuff like grits and all kinds of fried stuff morning and night in front of her just to set her off. And used "aint" as much as we could when we spoke. When she'd leave we'd get the Honeycombs and Fruit Loops back out and go back to our normal breakfast.