Sunday, September 5, 2010

Hey, at least I don't order like this — though it sounds delicious.

Dude to waiter: Yeah, I'll have the scrambled eggs. Scramble 'em soft so they're a little runny, with extra crispy bacon — almost burnt — wheat bread just a little toasted. Yeah, very light. And a cut of Gruyère cheese and grapes on the side. Yo, you still got those crumpets? Those flaky crumpets? Cool, I'll have 'em with peppermint tea with a wedge of lemon and cane sugar. Alright? Thanks.
Girlfriend, eying him warily: Babe, your brunch game is tight. Like, suspiciously tight..

via Overheard in New York

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