ABC News - A little thing like a flooded creek was not enough to keep an Alaska restaurant owner from delivering Thai ribs and fried rice to stranded customers over the weekend.
Anuson "Knott" Poolsawat, owner of Knott's Take Out in North Pole, forded the swollen waters of Clear Creek to reach two customers stuck along the Richardson Highway, the Fairbanks Daily News-Miner (http://bit.ly/1yFoujf)
Mike Laiti and Brandon Borgens were completing a multi-day drive Saturday night up the Alaska Highway when they called in their order to the restaurant, which was near closing. As they approached Clear Creek, they learned a sinkhole had developed from heavy rain near the creek. The state Department of Transportation closed the bridge.
Laiti called Poolsawat to cancel their order at the restaurant more than 25 miles away in North Pole. "I called him and said, 'Hey man, I can't make it,' and he said, 'Not a problem, I'll come cross the waters,'" Laiti said. "He called me and said, 'Should I bring a boat?'"
Poolsawat arrived with takeout boxes containing Thai barbecue ribs and Thai fried rice. Another box held a "dinosaur egg" — a hardboiled egg that's fried and covered in a sweet sesame sauce.
Poolsawat hiked up his shorts and waded through the creek, holding the takeout boxes over his head. The cold water was hip-deep. Poolsawat had already done them a favor by staying open late, Laiti said. The delivery was beyond expectations.
"He'd help anybody out. He's just a really good positive attitude, just a good guy," Laiti said. "He's definitely a goofball character and the food he makes is great."
Heroic stuff here from good old Anuson "Knott". Man, how polarizing of figures are delivery men? They're so hot or cold, bro, you never see a mediocre delivery guy. He's either the worst delivery guy ever and such a dickhead, or he's a genuinely nice, efficient guy who seems to live for his work. There are no in betweeners. Clearly, our buddy Knott here falls in to the latter category, and these Alaskans better appreciate what they have.
It's always such a bonus when you know the delivery guy is good for a certain restaurant, especially in New York City, where generally speaking, "cooking" means opening a bag of Tostitos you bought at the bodega as you sit and wait for your Seamless order. When that winter weather hits, or those crazy spring monsoons rage, we all know that one place that we can call that has the delivery guy who is going to be there within the estimated delivery time if it's the last trip he makes. That's an invaluable resource.
On the flip side, you also know exactly who not to call ever, unless absolutely necessary, because the delivery guy couldn't give two shits about how quickly you get your food or how it's handled on it's way to you. Sometimes, they're a necessary evil, like that one fucking place that's open at 3am that you hate calling but they're the only ones who can supply the drunk cheesesteak you need at that hour. So you order, you wait until 4:30am while the guy "gets lost" 4 times on his way to you, you smoke a bowl, and by the time the guy calls, angry that you're not at the door waiting for his arrival, you've already passed out with all of your clothes on. Fuck that delivery guy and fuck that restaurant.
So thank you, Knott, and thank you to every delivery guy out there with the heart and passion that is required to ford a river to make sure that our cat meat ribs are brought to us safely and piping hot. You are the heroes that we don't deserve.
P.S. "Knott" totally stands for balloon knot, right? Like butthole? I mean the guys name is Anuson. No way you're telling me some asshole in his class didn't associate Anus with balloon knot, and then next thing you know poor Anuson is Knott for the long haul. Come to think of it, I guess I'd take Knott over Anuson, so maybe it's a win?