They say you can only eat what is on your plate, and I did not want to make anything at home. That makes my plate empty in a big way. I decided to take a trip down Main Street to Hollydale's world famous Pat's Diner. They have a terrific special on Wednesday ... a free salad ( with diner card ) and a mystery meat dinner for 4.99 What is a mystery meats plate? Well, you get whatever is fresh off the grill at the time you order. That is the part I love, because you sit there wondering what could be on the way until it arrives at the table. My grub ended up to be two chunks of meatloaf, with some extra brown gravy poured over the top and a pork chop. Pork chops and applesauce ... "who said that"!??
My waitress Laurie was a bit drunk and smoking lots of cigarettes, which sounds offensive at first, but she had a sweet romantic kind of attitude and was calling me "babe" a lot. I started calling her "pork chop". After my mystery meats plate, I had some pie and coffee. That was when the shit hit the fan.
Say, can someone tell me what the heck happened to the Blogger WYSIWYG editor? Every time I write code in the html tab, then look at the layout in "compose", all my text and code is smashed up together. DAMMIT!
At least I had some great chow, thanks to Pat
Carol (to Mike): "Guess who's coming to dinner?"
Mike: "A psychiatrist, I hope."
Carol (as Peter walks in): "I think it's Humphrey Bogart."
Peter tells Mike: "We're having 'porkchopsh and appleshaush."
Mike: "There's only one Humphrey Bogart. Doubt there'll ever be another one."
