As I sit here in my turret, trying to reconnect with the land of the living, once again I'm conflicted- do I have something clever to write, or should I just throw some caca out there and fingerpaint on the wall?
Given that I'm still not bringing my A-game, I'll choose option B.
Caca at the ready, and-d-d-d fling:
Can I just tell you, without having my tummy lurch as I even type this sentence, that I love, love, love Denny's for breakfast?
Without meaning to sprinkle my post with subtle innuendo, I'm a Grand Slam kind-of-gal. (ok, maybe there's just a titch of intention here - I need to get my readership back up...)
Today, though, it's all bacon and eggs, baby. And some sensible multi-grain toast.
Given that I'm still not bringing my A-game, I'll choose option B.
Caca at the ready, and-d-d-d fling:
Can I just tell you, without having my tummy lurch as I even type this sentence, that I love, love, love Denny's for breakfast?
Without meaning to sprinkle my post with subtle innuendo, I'm a Grand Slam kind-of-gal. (ok, maybe there's just a titch of intention here - I need to get my readership back up...)
Today, though, it's all bacon and eggs, baby. And some sensible multi-grain toast.
And that naughty, sticky Welch's Grape Jelly.
Oh, yes....
Oops, sorry. Got a little carried away. I do so love breakfast in a diner-like setting.
An-n-n--nywaysssssssss, on a recent visit, waiting for my order, I realize that I don't have any reading material with me. Which puts me into a slight panic mode. Because I always need something to read.
So, I look at the dessert menu: turtle pie, some Oreo-festooned caloric nightmare, something constructed almost entirely out of whipping cream, with 2 token strawberries thrown in for color.
And then this notice catches my eye:
So, I look at the dessert menu: turtle pie, some Oreo-festooned caloric nightmare, something constructed almost entirely out of whipping cream, with 2 token strawberries thrown in for color.
And then this notice catches my eye:
So, Denny's, I have a few questions:
1. Are people In Washington State that in need of happiness that you are compelled to offer 2 sessions?
2. Are you planning a morning session? Because I can be here by 11.
3. What exactly happens between 8 & 9 PM?
Ew.
9 comments:
Honey... who doesn't like a cardiac arrest on a plate now and then? (read as "el grande slame'" or "the big salami"!)
But doesn't it strike you as the tinest bit creepy that Dennys serves 'beverages'?
Ugh...
Wait. Denny's has booze? Where have I been?
When I was exiled to the suburbs, the Denny's out there was a happening bar...for people that are the age that I am now. It was odd being in my teens and seeing nobody under 40 admitted without someone who was fifty.
It seems that when your city or town's population is less than 30,000 and this metropolis doesn't have a real nightclub or you don't want to go to the bar with the heinous Top 40 band, Denny's is supposed to be a cut above. "A cut above" would translate to lounge lizards and bar flies that more or less have all their teeth and bathe in something other than gin.
I'm an Ihop girl. When it comes to an unhealthy diner type breakfast you can't beat it. Mmmmm. I'm drooling just thinking about it.
Countess AG: Creepy? No. The bar is separate from the restaurant. Just as it should be.
As for the caliber, I'm sure they are adequate at serving beer, but I would hesitate before asking for a Crantini.
Countess Mama: You have been serving yourself in Cocktail Corner, cheri.
Count Cormac: "A Cut Above" -hah! Never thought that I would categorize Denny's with this phrase, but you are absolutely right.
And yes, I am a firm believer that tooth count is important in ranking social establishments.
Countess v-Killah: Bah. IHOP makes the poorest anorexic excuse for bacon I have ever had the displeasure to eat. I'm with you on the flapjacks, though. First class.
how many times have i told you never leave home without something to read........go right now to your book shelf and grab a book and put it in your glove compartment or wherever. What is a best friend to do...it isn't like a can hop on a plane and come hit you over the head with a good book
Countess BM (hah!): But if I didn't forget reading material once in a while, how would I ever find stuff to write about? Inspiration comes from the most unusual of places.
8-9 pm is widely known as the "not so happy hour".
Seriously, though, I had no idea Denny's had cocktails. I applaud the ones that do, though, for doubling up on the happy.
Count Tiki: I thought that all the bad sh*t went down after midnight. That's what I tell my kids, so don't let on that it's any different, 'kay?
I think there has to be 2 happy hours because we over here in the gloom all have S.A.D.
Oh! I just made a funny. Hardy, har and har. ;)
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