Diners, luncheonettes, delis, cafes, pótātōes, pótátōes, tômātōes, tómátōes, you know what I’m saying. A place to lunch in any tongue is probably my favorite way to dine. When I was single, I’d say that dinner was the most fun because it was the start of my day. At least the part of my day I was interested in.
Now that I’m a parent, I’m assed out by 9pm drinking Mountain Valley Spring Water foot cuddling my wife while she watches Housewives of Orange County. The one thing I have in common with these ladies is that they like to lunch.
I take that back, I also appreciate leather goods and a cosmetic dentist who’s liberal with scripts. My brothers in Christ, if you enjoy leather goods, prescription galaxy gas, and watching someone flip a table at lunch, you should watch Housewives.