Thursday, November 25, 2004
I'll bet he didn't even leave a tip....
Lileks:
You just get in the car and drive to a place where you are forbidden to help. So you sit by the fire and listen to your stomach growl, but it’s not really a growl of anger or frustration; more like a purr of anticipation. The meal appears; the meal is consumed; the plates are removed. Go!
Shorter James Lileks:
We ate at Denny's again
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