this guy has been leaning against my wall for months, finally painted it how whimsical.
it is loads more fluorescent in real life, pretty vibrant.
onward.
this place won’t last, the service is amateur, food good, if they can just get over their insecurity and phonyness they might stand a chance.
the bartender was the only one allowed to wear a tank top, she had sleeve tats, everyone else looked like they work at future shop.
fil had the rotisserie chicken sandwich with spicy cornbread which wasn’t spicy.
quarter rotisserie chicken with choice of two sides for 7 bucks, pretty decent. dirty bean rice (ground pork in it, awesome) and potato salad, not that amazing, i gave most of it to fil, just wanted to try it, i think there is also coleslaw and other stuff i forget.
the chicken is amazing i would go back and order a half, next time. the waitress did a dumb thing and took my napkin away that i JUST unfolded and used only once to dab the corner of my mouth and fingers with i said uh i’m using that still wait wait as she is walking away with it and she goes uh we don’t like dirty napkins on the table the mess and motions with her hands like our table is a great big mess (it isn’t) that’s what the brown paper towels are for and i laughed politely wtf, i don’t like to kill the planet and waste extra paper towels if i don’t have to. i wondered if they were trained to do that or she was just a nervous anal moron. fil thought it was pretty dumb too and made the rest of our meal uncomfortable. i had to use his napkin after that which was totally messy when we were through and she did NOT come back to take it away. it really pissed me off. there are buckets on the table to throw your bones in but i only had one chicken bone, fil had none, they take the tabasco sauce bottles out of the bucket for you like a big fucking theatrical event when the food arrives and tell you to just throw the bones in, unnecessary for just one bone also a waste to clean it, like taking my napkin away that i just unwrapped. idiot.
i also overheard the tat-sleeve chick say that the national post was on their way over i guess to review the restaurant, how ironic.
the dirty rice and beans is very good, get it.
food good, service bad, too many people on schedule walking around like nervous knobs.
then i went for a tan, forgot my goggles had to use these sticker things that cost a dollar something sigh.
ooh complimentary mint i am moving up in the world.
dude on the right is so thrilled to hear messages from god on the subway, initially the j. witness was sitting beside me gabbing to someone else and i thought uh oh what if he talks to me what will i say they usually start off with are you a christian, then i say no and i don’t plan to be. sometimes they just won’t shut up and don’t give you an in. i saw ten of them at the jays game why is it always guys?
he walked all the way down the stairs outside of the rogers centre reading his harry potter, probably on his way to wherever the girlfriend he doesn’t have isn’t.
i look really shitty here, that kid behind us kept kicking our seats, there were 100 camp kids all around us, hyper spazzes yelling it cured me of all desire to have one of my own someday.
british cousins.
out of focus uncle wearing practically the same shirt as my dad.
super polite and shy, into sports, you can imagine how our conversation went.
gretzky’s, how he likes ‘em, NO SAUCE!
dad’s, look it’s wayne’s number on the bun (upside down).
then mealtime again with fil:
i ate the tentacles myself this time.
“Entertainment Tonight” correspondent Gina Glickman (billed as a “Lohan family insider”) blows the lid off a conspiracy so wide-reaching that it may never fully be uncovered. That’s right, someone was out to get Lindsay Lohan, who “didn’t even know whose clothes she was wearing” when she was arrested for DUI. Here’s the whole shocking tale.
if this doesn’t make you get your period and cry yourself to death then your heart is cold and black.
