Awww, one last Pinkham’s Law. Thanks for coming.
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I just heard an insanely nice story. An old man named peg-leg bob (you heard me and yes he had a real peg-leg) passed away a few years back hometown. He was a lonely old coot with no family and ate at the same steak place 4 times a week, eating the same thing every time. I had to go to that restaurant yesterday for a…
The thing is-if this is true, the truck choreography means they’ve done this before. I want this to be true so bad, so so bad.
I thought “the devil himself evicts his worst tenants, and they enter the shop” was going to be the most wonderful thing I read all day. Then I read the rest of that story. Bravo.
My cold dead heart just grew three sizes. Starting the week with a reminder that not everyone who enters a restaurant is possessed by the Entitlement Monster is so great. And brings back the memories of the people I served who were not only decent but stand-up humans. Like the guy with the wallet stuffed full of the…
This was great. All I can think about is an amazing server we had in Florida a few years ago. We still tell stories of her to this day. Basically, as in Canada iced tea is always sweet, my mum was very confused by the iced tea vs sweet tea thing. We’re at a ponderosa near Orlando, and our waitress asks what we’d all…
Holly’s entire rendition of that crazy story was hilarious but this
Santa/Trucker: “YOU GET PRESENTS! HO HO HO!”
This is neither food-related, nor Matt Damon-related, but Mr. T related. About 7-8 years ago, a friend, M, ran into him at a hotel down in Springfield, IL (Mr. T was there lobbying a bill during Veto Session, I believe; and my friend is also a lobbyist). It just so happened to be another friend, J’s, birthday that…
That makes me think of the Spanish Inquisition. “Our chief weapon is surprise. Suprise and fear. Fear and surprise. Two. Our *two* weapons are fear and surprise and an almost fanatical devotion to the Pope . . . . *Amongst* our weaponry are fear, surprise, an almost fanatical devotion to the Pope, and nice red…
I would have loved to take those calls from the complex shortly thereafter...
The only thing cold butter is good for is pie crusts. I forget where I learned that trick, but I think it was one of those descrete fine dining tips (I’m one of those people who’s been taught to not bite into a dinner roll, but tear off bite sized pieces and butter those individually. I was once out with some…
Fountain pens for life!
Fountain pens for life!
I am really starting to feel like my year as a barista in Hermosa Beach, CA was the luckiest time of my life.
I remember when I took my vacation in Morocco and I was alone there for a week waiting for friends, didn’t speak a single word of arabic or french. Now imagine a small village in the middle of the damn desert and me trying to order coffee. I only drank stuff with lots of milk in it and the waiter brings me an…
Oh no, please don’t talk to me.
I have a confession. I was once one of these customers.
I mean, if you’re not going to swear at a dude who punches out a 78-year-old man, who the hell are you going to swear at?
I am very fucking sorry you feel that way.
It’s of kind of complex, but I’ve always liked Eldritch Horror for my co-op board-game fix. Mice and Mystics is another fun, co-op board game that sees a lot of use with my weekend group.