Peggy and I had lunch here today. I can still feel it, two hours later. In my guts. Sitting. I really don't like R&B music and even though it was playing softly inside the restaurant the entire time we were there, the food was good enough that I hardly even noticed. Knight and Winans sure put their names on a good thing. Chicken and waffles. Very good, provided, of course, one drizzles syrup liberally over everything. And yes, I now weigh 280, 60 pounds heavier than the last time you LA people saw me. Anyway, that's the highlight of what I did today -- I don't expect it to get a whole lot better, but if it does, I'll share. On Monday.
Friday, October 21, 2005
A Syrup-Drenched Bacchanalia in the Heart of Midtown Atlanta
Peggy and I had lunch here today. I can still feel it, two hours later. In my guts. Sitting. I really don't like R&B music and even though it was playing softly inside the restaurant the entire time we were there, the food was good enough that I hardly even noticed. Knight and Winans sure put their names on a good thing. Chicken and waffles. Very good, provided, of course, one drizzles syrup liberally over everything. And yes, I now weigh 280, 60 pounds heavier than the last time you LA people saw me. Anyway, that's the highlight of what I did today -- I don't expect it to get a whole lot better, but if it does, I'll share. On Monday.
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Yeah, chicken and waffles are are a great dynamic that taste great together. I want to know who the first guy was that thought, "hmmm, syrupy waffles are missing something. They're good, but not great. Hmmm... I like Chicken."
But, you're right, that shit sits like a rock on the gut. It tastes so good going down, but it will stay with you for the entire day. Yuck. Not worth it, if you ask me.
On any account, very lazy post dude. Try putting a little more than a paragraph down for me, all right? Entertain me!
Yes, I wrote "are are", but you wrote "I now weight 280", so shut up.
Fried chicken (on the bone, of course), but it isn't on top of the waffles. They come with the waffles, much like when you order hamburger and fries. Although, the taste together is remarkable. The saltiness of the chicken balanced by the sweet syrup.
Oh, and you can only have maple syrup, dude. What are you, some sort of liberal, leftist communist? Come on! Maple, dude! Maple!
I know my shit is tight
Start not actin'right
You're frozen in carbonite
dude - if you actually read Crane's post about Fett's Vette and bothered to check out his link - - you would know I am giving a shout out to the song
if you haven't checked it out, DO IT
You just flipped my switch
Integrity been dissed
You scratchin' on my itch
You know I shoot the gift
You just twisted Bert's top
Ernie got dropped
Your Grover nibbling on my slop
Mr. Hoover, please open shop
See, it ain't that hard. And, mine was about Sesame Street, too! It's better than 'Fett's Vette', because it's called 'Sesame Beat', you hear? Word!
[scratching, electronically altered] Fresh.
how can something about sesame street be better than something about STAR WARS??
heath - you're gay; come out and give heather her life back
-Peggy
(oh, yes, that's right - - anonymous on several occassions has been PEGGY)
Whoa, Crane, get a grip on your woman, there. I thought you told me you had one of them 'buttoned-down' types. Oh well.
And, my Sesame Street rap displayed my mad skills, although it wasn't Mr. Hoover. It was Mr. Hooper. Oh well...
And, Shawn what happened? Got nuts?
You just twisted Bert's top
Ernie got dropped
Your Grover nibbling on my slop
Mr. Hooper, please open shop
There, that's mad phat, yo.
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