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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.