this place has only like 5 food things on the menu which feels confident. the whole / half chicken is so insanely juicy and delicious it made me realize i'm not eating rotisserie chicken nearly enough. sandwich is shredded, i found it a bit drier but still v.good. and drinks were also on point i mean really can't ask for much more.
The whole staff just sang happy birthday to some guy in the kitchen. All the patrons are diner people. At least at this hour. Forks crash into plates and knives scrape butter and jam on toast. It’s the perfect volume. Want to read my book but too content. Want to get pancakes but trying to stay light. Dont want to feel it in my face.
My brother Andrew sent me a text with a link to a video posted by an aggregated content page, of Jack Black playing a toy saxophone on the Jimmy Fallon late night television show with the text reading “up your alley.”
At one point in time this would have deeply upset me as this video is not up my alley. It’s not my sense of humor, nor is it of my interest, and worst of all it’s sincere. I think I curate and maintain a cool and authentic aesthetic but deep down I know what he means and he’s kinda right. Nobody knows you like those who knew you when you were 12 and there’s no fooling them.
