I’m lucky to be where I am today. Not by myself, summer’s on the way.
The jobs I’ll be working, the money I’ll spend,
not making a living, just making new friends.
And I’m trying my hardest to make the most out of every minute.
Not getting any younger, getting older. It’s scary.
-Gorilla Biscuits
Apparently they didn’t like that very much. Hopefully you caught it.
Just wanted to update everyone on my status with Pies and Thighs. The best way for me to that is with a quick story…
After enjoying one of the best episodes of Lost ever at the Knitting Factory, me and the other nerd I know that’s into Lost stopped by Pies and Thighs on the way home. (Remember I’m around the corner from the beast.)
We ordered the Catfish Box which is basically an order of two strips of the best fried fish I’ve ever had in the US, cornbread, a side, in this case Mac and Cheese, and coleslaw. The tartar sauce was laced with hot sauce, as most things are here, and balance the salty crunchy coating on the fish. Oh, and we ordered some apple pie and a cookie.
That may be enough to suggest how serious this situation is. Me next to some of the most hard to resist food I can think of. Everything is either fried, crunchy or hot sauce injected. Even the biscuits have a snap to them. But no, this is not enough to suggest the true nature of the situation.
Once done with our meal, we were unsure what to do with the plates and silverware. I said leave it on the table. My friend said we were supposed to bring it up. Personally, I think self-bussed table are BS but I digress. In any case, she was right as the appropriately chic hipster, relaxing with some after-work pie nodded in agreement. To my defense I stated that I had only been there twice. To the shock of the employee, she reminded me that they had only been open for two days.
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