Yep, I used to work at the Sizzler. My sister got me the job one summer and it was a dandy.
I was in charge of the most important department in the restaurant, the world famous Sizzler salad bar. People like the steaks, but they absolutely went bananas for the salad. “Hot damn!” they would say to me. “That’s a mighty fine salad Bar!” And as the self-proclaimed “King of the Salad Bar”, I ruled over it with an iron fist.
My little salad bar kingdom reigned supreme. Unfortunately, after only a few short months I became corrupt with Salad Power. Almost instantly overnight I went from Salad King to Salad Tyrant. I was a monster and had to be stopped.
Eventually, Sizzler management stepped in and did what had to be done. They stripped me of my crown and told me to pack up my tongs. It was indeed a sad day in sports.
So here’s my song inspired by my first job, the glorious few unforgettable months that I spent at the Sizzler, back when my life had a purpose.
At the Sizzler
by Mike Votava
the salad bar is off the charts
the steaks are culinary art
you might run into my sister
don’t forget to tip her
she brings your food right out to the table
at the sizzler
charles Barkley loves to eat at the sizzler
the Hucstables have all been seen at the sizzler
Gary Busey feeds his family at the sizzler
Larry Bird is shooting threes at the sizzler