TABLE WHORE

Besides dying one of the table clothes red after knocking over my own wine I escaped fairly unscathed. I seem to join conversations not based on proximity but more to do with key words. If someone across a room mentions the Green Party it’s bound to perk my interest and get me going from wherever I may be.
The next day I felt like a “Bangkok hooker on Sunday morning after the navy has just left town”(Pierce Brosnan in Matador) we went for some eggs Benedict and Caesars. This is where I was introduced to a $12 breakfast at one of the best French restaurants in the City. While people were lining up for a greasy spoon breakfast in Kits for about $8 you can walk a couple blocks and go into half empty Pastis and for the gourmet version. Of course I’d still line up for the Bons off Broadway $2.99 breakfast but East Van has its own charms.
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Whores and sluts and hookers in one entry?! You spoil us.
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