I took advantage of my day off by going to my favorite breakfast diner, Perry's. Perry's is owned by a squat little man who looks like nothing moreso than an attempt to do that "The Fly" mixing chamber thing with a man and a frog. They serve huge frittatas and the best hash browns in the universe. And the waitresses take zero crap and give 110% personality.
The clientele does not disappoint, providing some nice bloggy material:
Table 2B:
Old Man and Older Lady arguing over bacon vs. ham....
OL: "Goddamn it, Murray, it's all pig, just EAT it!"
Table 8D:
*scantily-clad nubile young thing leaves for the restroom*
Smug Bikerguy: "Can I get some more coffee, sweetheart?"
Waitress: "Is that your girlfriend or a rental?"
Smug Bikerguy *looking less smug*: "Uh.... sort of rental, I guess."
Waitress: "Then get your own fucking coffee, sweetheart."
Counter seat:
Organic Hippy seated next to me: "Is that sour cream?"
Me: "Uh... yeah."
Organic Hippy: "You're putting it on your omlet? And what is that in there, bacon?"
Me: "And double cheese."
Organic Hippy: "That shit will KILL you, man. I mean, KILL you. Like, dead and stuff."
Me: "I'm gonna die soon, what does it matter?"
Organic Hippy *stunned pause* "Oh shit, man, I'm sorry.... how long have you got?"
Me: "About five or six *mutter* decades.
Reminds me of a place here called the Tolly-Ho. Best experienced at 2 or 3 in the morning.
Posted by: Allan at December 7, 2004 12:28 PMI especially like it when there is a Ho Virgin and they, meaning staff and diners, shriek at the poor person who's been pointed out.
Posted by: CK at December 8, 2004 01:16 PM