Esbette, hereafter referred to as 'Bette, and I decided to review a local restaurant's service at that most important meal of the day: Breakfast Food Not At Breakfast Time. Accordingly, we headed to Midtown Cafe and Dessertery, on Stratford Road. We were accompanied by my oldest son.
Oldest Son: Call me Thunder Man!
Oldest Son: In the blog. You're putting this in, aren't you? I know you are. Can I use your cameraphone? What should I take a picture of? Can I order two things? Are we having dessert?
Esbee: Calm down, Thunder Man.
Thunder Man: Ha!
'Bette: I can't help but notice there's no iceberg lettuce on this menu. What am I going to do for crispy greenness?
Esbee: At breakfast?
'Bette: Might want to check your watch there, slick.
Esbee:Thunder Man: Ha!
At this point, the waitress arrived bearing our beverages. 'Bette had Sweet Tea,
the oldest Thunder Man had chocolate milk, and I had coffee. Much small but clever talk ensued while we waited for our meals. When they arrived, we resumed our serious review.
Esbee: You know, I think if all my teeth ever fell out, I could still chew this bacon. It's that tender.
'Bette: Try dipping it in this cinnamon butter sauce I got with my French Toast.
Thunder Man (while putting salt and pepper on his pancakes): EW!
Esbee: I think it should be required by law to make omelettes with at least this much cheese.
'Bette: Did you just inhale your omelette? Seriously, where is it?
Esbee: Thunder Man, how is your Ride 'Em Cowboy?
Thunder Man: Good.
Esbee: Could we have a little more feedback?
Thunder Man: OK. It's really good.
'Bette: But you put pepper on it.
Thunder Man: I like spicy food.
'Bette: What is wrong with us? We just ate like six plates of food in ten minutes.
Esbee: Five plates. Are we using pictures of ourselves?
'Bette: Only if they're Teemified.
Esbee: Agreed. Thunder Man, you're on cameraphone. Try not to accidentally call Italy again.