this morning #1264.

this morning, the waitress placed a plate of butter on the table & told us to give her a wave when we were ready. i could tell the butter was bone cold just by glancing at it. that should’ve been the first indication that i was about to eat a meal in a one-star establishment. usually, i wouldn’t go below three stars but he insisted on introducing me to his favorite diner, so here we are. dealer’s choice. yay, give & take. i flipped through the eight-page menu. SO many omelettes. awash in a sea of “options.” i tried narrowing things down. asked what he likes here. he rattled off a few dishes, none of which sounded appetizing. in the end, i went with a boring order i knew they couldn’t mess up: OJ, fruit & toast.