President Obama ate today at a place where we intend to eat tonight. I know because my friend David, who lives on the top floor of the building, practically had his door knocked down by the jack-booted thugs of the Secret Service this morning. It's a Taylor Gourmet, which sells high-end sandwiches and salads. We have a date there tonight with a woman who says she doesn't intend to date us, but wanted to buy us a salad as a consolation prize. So we guess it's a nondate. Whatever it is, we hope the place isn't filled with gawkers who just want to soak up the reek of POTUS that lingers long after the actual President is gone. Goddamn Washington. You can't go anywhere without risking being run down by a useless presidential motorcade on its way to the latest hip eatery. Or having your meal disturbed by same.
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May 16, 2012
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A non-date! Those are the ones you really have to watch out for!
Posted by: bullets | May 16, 2012 at 07:59 PM
they sound like the honest type. Hopefully someone to go to the movies with and share popcorn as a consolation to the consolation salad. I hope it has avacado in it , the good fat.
Posted by: Karoline | May 17, 2012 at 08:01 PM
I've been eating a lot of avocado lately. Mostly in sandwiches. But seriously, there are no bad fats. Just fats that didn't have good upbringings.
Posted by: UF Mike | May 20, 2012 at 02:42 PM