Monday, April 27, 2009

where everybody knows your name (&then proceeds to deep fry it)


Did Cullen go to the diner today? I didn't see him. Cullen, you are a man of mystery. I don't know if you have a home or if you sleep but I do know that you have a dish named after you.
I also know there is no dish named after me.

Anyway, yellow flowers were worn in hair and I had half a chocolate malted milkshake. You should have a key lime pie milkshake, because you seem like the type. I hear bananas in milkshakes are difficult but this is not a blog about fruit. Sometimes their is blueberry compote but I guess that's on a sliding scale of no promises no guarantees.

I don't know why anyone would make a blog about a diner, unless it happened to be the best diner in Brooklyn.