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saturday, 5-7-05, 10am. i'm done with work and miss amy doesn't start till 11. meet you at jenny's lunch box on magnolia. she would rather eat breakfast out than any other meal. good day for the box. the town is clear of college kids and lawmakers. empty table outside. just for us. sit behind the restraining wall that was erected in response to an unfortunate incident. someone tried to turn the whole place into a drive-thru joint. no outside orders, please. an adventure in al fresco dining has now become less of a risk to jenny's insurance carrier. still a great place to watch one of the most dangerous intersections in town. she who is on her way to work orders the jenny's special--2 eggs over with runny yolk, crisp bacon, home fries and rye toast. he who is going to goof off the rest of the day, orders a short stack of pancakes. 2 is a short stack as opposed to 3. who needs height when you got wide? your drink, sir? we have apple, orange or grapefruit juice. i'll have apple. sorry no apple today. you teasing me girl? grapefruit is fine. eggs fine . bacon on the limp side of crisp. home fries are hot and got all the crisp left off the bacon. toast is in the book as crisp, hot and brown. toast on the plate was defined by procol harum: "a whiter shade of pale". the pancakes were superb. the syrup was not. they serve greater value syrup which is 5% maple and that explains why it is of greater value to jenny than it is to her patrons. i'll bring my own next time. 100% maple. jenny's got another place on dewey st. and there is a rumor of a third place to be built on the north side of town. when do you become the dreaded chain? wed. 5-11-05, 11:30. haven't been to po'boys this week. round up the troops. ms. molly is reluctant to the point of taking the pledge. how come? her last trip to the creole cafe on college was traumatic. she ordered a wrap. the wrapper, of the wraps, hair was apparently not tightly wrapped. a portion thereof got wrapped in her wrap. get over it. it was a wild hair so to speak. it wasn't like a finger, or a bandaid, or something that you might have to retrieve from your wrap before finishing it. and hey, if it happens again we'll save it and dna every working stiff in the joint till we find the culprit. we'll hold the son or daughter of a gun down and let you rub 'em up with ....... all right, already , i'm in. the meal was good. nothing was delivered that wasn't ordered. ms. molly must be over it. she returned on 5-18-05 without hesitation and enjoyed a hot c-chip for an appetizer, as did doubleo and mr. mikey. the chin man (who we brought along for diversity) and AT declined. such discipline is to be distained.

bloggin machine went north to atlanta with ms. amy. i was out of commission for five days. gotta catch-up. leave me alone you... ok. ok. i'll go blog. 5-5-05 to paradigm. ms molly spots a load of c-chips on a catering cart. so, since when do you have cookies? we always do. oh yeah, you don't put them on the menu and when we import our own from clydes, you don't tell us to try yours'. can we try some? not today. they are all going to the catering job. 5-6-05 to andrews with wb. cool sun-shiny day. we eat outside to watch the last noon parade of legislative pomposity. give them their due. they finished on time and on their way out of town, tossed a small bone to actual state employees. two ways to see it--goody 3.6 in august, or, are you kidding? you beat us up for several years and now that the beating stopped, we are to be dancing in the streets? i suspect most of the working dogs will enjoy the bone and forget the beatings. such is the nature of the abused. just ask any judge that ever sat on a domestic violence case. so she drinks and gets mean and hits me and the kids. but , just last week she did fry up a mess of tasty chicken and we want her back. ok, but don't call the law next time she takes a shot or two and then takes a shot or two at you and the kids. do give me a ring, when the chicken hits the skillet. what will you have to drink? diet coke with lemon or lime. two options given. none taken. fruitless phosphate. tip may drop a tad. wb and i order the meatloaf, mashed potato and vegetable of the day. meatloaf and potatoes could not have been better. the vegetable of the day was mixed. just like they were probably serving at every public school in town. andy must have cut a deal with the school board. send me some of your mixed vegetables and i won't name a sandwich after you. we pay the bill and i tip up. notwithstanding the waiters' blink on the drink. kid looks pale. he can use the extra money on tanning oil over the summer. hey let's go to paradigm for a cookie. they told us yesterday that they always have them. sorry sir, no cookies today. liar,liar pants on fire. thank goodness po'boys is on the way back and well stocked with cookies,or, somebody might be looking at some capital letters. skipping ahead and to be fair, we took mainframe to paradigm on 5-17-05, to celebrate her birthday. i called ahead and ordered six c-chips. yes sir we got'em and we will bake-em up fresh for your party. and they did and they were given high scores by all the judges at the table. 70 cents each. 25 cents cheaper than po'boys and 20 cents more than clydes'. call ahead and when you sit down they should be ready. unless they burn and toss them out like they did on 5-19-05. then you get really lucky. they made another batch and gave them to us for free. floppy fell off his wallet and tipped big, even though he is on a tight budget. he had just enough money left to eat a steak at marie livingston's and buy a ticket to star wars. he really saves on clothes. late night on 5-6-05, the girl of my dreams and i take a trip to kool beanz. she has been painting all day at her pals new place in southwood. ms. benjamin-moore orders a salad and the pepper steak meduim-rare and light on the pepper. i order the red pepper hummus plate with goat cheese and the pepper steak meduim with all her spare pepper. yes, you may donate the goat cheese to someone who has never heard the expression-"he smells like a goat". my house painting date must be starved. she doesn't notice that they got the pepper part of our order reversed. room for dessert? shall we try the chocolate-amaretto creme brulee? the best dessert we ever had at kool beanz and we have had some very good meal-ending treats at the best thing that ever happened to a minute market on thomasville road.

friday, 4-29-05, 11. doubleo stops by my office in the newly improved courthouse. they have put paneling in the 2 northside elevators and installed something that looks like marble on the floor. crappy job on the floors. they still look like crime scenes. cracked and crusty. all show and no go. they haven't cleaned the stairwells in three weeks. a styrofoam cup of iced tea with a lemon has been festering between the third and fourth floors for three weeks. i could pick it up if i had a decontamination suit and gloves. nah. it is the only culture in the courthouse. i don't mess with living art. floppy just called. he is off today and wants to meet for lunch. a short debate. dying for pizza, tell him to meet us at decent pizza on north monroe st. at joins us. i drive. it is always fun to see tall people pretzel themselves into a two door civic. at, ever the gentleman, with his knees in his ears, in the back. doubleo, looking like a human ball of twine, riding shotgun. as soon as we unfold into the parking lot, the great smell of pie is noticed by all. floppy is already at a table for 4-7. we can eat big and grow into our extra seats. this is another place where you order off the wall. no tents needed. you can give a name or rely on the happy cashier's memory of who got what and where they are sitting. no crowd yet, so memory will serve us well and eventually she does. i order a vegan pizza with black olives and onions. i did not know it was a pepsi place, but out of decisional deference to myself-i picked the venue-i don't complain too much and settle down with a sunkist. i note they have bass ale on tap. if the pie is good and i return after work, i will have nothing to gripe about. ok, i'll find something. my vegan pizza comes to the table sans cheese. my pie is a lie. PIZZA=CRUST+OIL+TOMATO SAUCE+CHEESE. ADDITIONAL TOPPINGS OPTIONAL. i am looking at what appears to be a juiced-up bialy. my companions who dine here regularly are not shy about advising me on the difference between vegan and vegetarian. now i know. please excuse for being duped by a menu item. if it does not have cheese, they should not call it pizza. call it a tasty concoction of herb crust with your choice of toppings. before finishing my vegan thing , i order a slice of CHEESE PIZZA. i'm growing into one of the extra seats floppy so wisely commandeered. the vegan crust is better than the pizza crust. on my next visit, and i will be back, for decent pizza is not a chain and they have happy help, i shall order a VEGAN PIZZA. yes ma'am, my choice of toppings-black olives, onions and CHEESE. thank you very much for taking my special order. please accept my humble apology for wearing a leather belt and leather shoes.

sunday. 4-24-05. five sets of tennis from 1 to 3:45. i am not asking what is for dinner. i am asking where are we going for dinner. i know ms. sharapova of everett lane must have something in her non-tennis bag of tricks. yes i do, as she produces three one -half off second entree coupons for the ROTISSERIE GRILL on magnolia. are they still good? is it the 29th yet? depends on how long it takes you to shower. hey, at least i get clean. clean requires your own reservoir? aah, domestic banter. the pinnacle of family entertainment. squeaky-clean slips into the civic and at 5:15 i slip the civic into the parking space closest to the door. the other folks hankerin for fowl from a skewer must still be getting clean. as you enter, the menu is on the wall to your left. this can be beyond annoying if the place is busy and you are in line behind people who could not make up their minds if they had them. no line at 5:15. step up to the register. if you look to your right, you can watch an entire flock of naked chickens rotating above fire for your dining pleasure. i always avoid viewing the spit of birds. i know you don't eat uncooked chicken but i just don't think it is right to flame peeps. ms cleaner-than-thou orders 1/2 dark, caesar salad and sauteed spinach. i order the chipotle meatloaf with mashed potatoes and a side of corn. with two drinks and our discount, the bill is $18.44. we leave the register with two glasses, a receipt and TENT 59. until tonight, i did not know the plastic number was called a TENT. i am not hollering. on the receipt it is in all caps. enroute to any place we want to sit, we stop at the all-you-care to drink stand. lemonade for the lady and diet coke for me. keep your eyes straight ahead. don't look left. you are right next to pollo en fuego. grab two straws and some honey and join my honey in the last booth, sw corner. sit beside each other so we can watch the crowd arrive, when and if it does. big folks been sittin where i'm sittin. all of a sudden, i am three inches shorter than miss amy who is eight inches shorter than me. i can barely see the TENT on the table. i sure hope our gaucho-clad server can find us. go to vegas to see new york city. go to disneyworld to see europe. come to tally for a taste of argentina. the lemonade nut loves it. in her expert opinion it will give chick-fil-a a run for the pucker prize. gaucho-girl locates TENT 59. not hard. 1 to 58 are gone and 60 is coming in the door as we thank her for the food. two hunks of meatloaf the size of bricks are sitting atop two mounds of mashed potatoes which are resting in a plate/bowl that still has room for me to dump in the side of corn and i do. oh boy. it is good. the chipotle gravy is the best i ever had. not that i have anything to compare it to. but if i had, it would compare favorably. my fowl lady enjoys her meal and gives me half of her corn muffin. i don't think she is either full or generous. she knows these muffins are not as good as they used to be. they are thicker and drier. not as sweet and crispy as they once were. she also knows that i would eat a woolen watch cap as long as i have honey. i kept the receipt for proof about the tent thing and because if we go back within 14 days we can get 15% off any entree. oh goody. we can save $1.40 off the bill on our next visit. not really. a michael jackson prenuptial agreement has fewer conditions than this future discount receipt. even if we made it through the first ten requirements and disclaimers, number 11 would give us the discount boot: OTHER RESTRICTIONS MAY APPLY. pretty chicken spit if you ask me.