The Inn At Little What?
You might ask what could be better than the chococlate cream pie at a Waffle House and the truth is nothing is better unless you think back to the night before and that foi gras laid atop medium rare handcut tenderloin filets, with baby carrots, and potatoes baked in cream, preceded by sushi-grade tuna seared in some herbs I can't remember and wines I can't specifically remember that well either except they were French, Californian, and South African.
So it turns out fine dining really is fine and can in this case be seen as the reward for your laissez-faire attitude concerning work--or "sure" being your answer to the question "can you stay until Monday morning?"
There was a wine from the night before, I think Sonoma Valley born, that is made from vines which grow out of holes bored into rock, creating that stress which surviving makes all of us tastier.
Did I mention the mashed sweet potatoes yet?
So, that was Bucks County, PA., where horses named Bear and Jacque may be this very minute loitering near the bottle dump, chomping on the soft two by four toenailed brace of our design.
I'm still full, I need me a digestif.
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You might ask what could be better than the chococlate cream pie at a Waffle House and the truth is nothing is better unless you think back to the night before and that foi gras laid atop medium rare handcut tenderloin filets, with baby carrots, and potatoes baked in cream, preceded by sushi-grade tuna seared in some herbs I can't remember and wines I can't specifically remember that well either except they were French, Californian, and South African.
So it turns out fine dining really is fine and can in this case be seen as the reward for your laissez-faire attitude concerning work--or "sure" being your answer to the question "can you stay until Monday morning?"
There was a wine from the night before, I think Sonoma Valley born, that is made from vines which grow out of holes bored into rock, creating that stress which surviving makes all of us tastier.
Did I mention the mashed sweet potatoes yet?
So, that was Bucks County, PA., where horses named Bear and Jacque may be this very minute loitering near the bottle dump, chomping on the soft two by four toenailed brace of our design.
- jimlouis 11-18-2003 4:30 pm
I'm still full, I need me a digestif.
- johnsch 11-18-2003 11:48 pm [add a comment]