Breakfast Bitches

Taste of Home . . .

2010-03-19T18:20:00.001-07:00

is the name of a popular cooking magazine. It is also the best way to describe my recent longings. I want a taste of home. Since moving to Illinois I've gone out for Indian food, Thai food, Italian food, diner food, and to coffee shops galore. With the notable exception of a great Italian food restaurant, , none of the food here compares to Spokane.

Spokane isn't considered a foodie city nor does it get a lot of attention for it's cuisine despite the best efforts of the Spokesman Review and their various online enterprises. Nevertheless, when I look back on my time in Spokane I think of good food and good coffee. I miss Frank's, of course. But there are other places I miss too. I miss Madeline's, , and I miss Thai Bamboo desperately, . I went out for dinner with friends last night to the best Thai restaurant in Champaign-Urbana it could not hold a candle to Thai Bamboo in service or in quality of food. Sigh.

Coffee is another story. If you ask people in the Midwest who they're favorite roaster is they will look at you like you have three heads. I miss Doma, , and Thomas Hammer, .

There's a place I go to here, almost everyday. It's a cafeteria on campus. First and foremost, I should probably note that it's very strange for me to go to a school that has a bazillion cafeterias, but I do. So, this place I go, my friend Devin introduced me to it. It's run by the hospitality and food service students. The food is pretty cheap, an entree is about $5, and it has good coffee. Every day of the week has a different flavored coffee and, yes, I know them all by heart. This place is near my office, so it's convenient. It's also kind of cute. It's a get away. Despite the fact that it's near my office not a lot of people from my office eat there so it's a good place to get away for a few minutes in the middle of the day. It's good for me in the sense that I eat lunch everyday. Sure, it costs between seven and ten dollars a pop, which adds up, but if I didn't go there I wouldn't get lunch most days so it helps keep me healthy and sane. Good, cheap food that I eat everyday shouldn't make me complain. I don't mean to sound like I'm complaining. It's just that my food experiences in CU leave something to be desired. Perhaps it's the simple familiarity I had with places in Spokane, even places that weren't Frank's. I know it's partly that I do miss the camaraderie of Frank's regulars and staff.

I know that, in my new home, I begin to understand why people love Starbucks. It's a taste of home. The coffee I had at Starbucks in Spokane is just like the coffee I had at Starbucks this morning and they all look the same. Its a false sense of continuity. No, that's not true. The continuity is intentional and real. What is false or, more accurately, projected, is the emotional significance I give that continuity.

Diner Whores

2009-02-25T17:42:00.000-08:00

When N and I started going to Frank's on a weekly basis it wasn't to get to know everyone that worked there. It wasn't to get their numbers, invite them to our parties, and go to their parties. All of that just kind of happened. I can't speak for N because I've never really asked N why she started going with me to Frank's every weekend, but for me it was something that grew out of loneliness. When I get lonely or feel isolated I stop eating. I think the first time that N and I went to Frank's for breakfast was more of a whim than anything. It was a, "Hey, you know what I've wanted to do more. . ." But Frank's is an exceptional diner in two ways. First, the food is, for me and apparently most of Spokane, just the right balance of grease and delicious. Second, at least at the N.side Frank's there's not a lot of staff turnover which gives the restaurant a sense of community. You can tell that the staff know each other and are a sort of family. Because I was feeling isolated in my own life that sense of community appealed to me and the food at Frank's enticed me to eat. Also, it was time with N, separate from all of the stresses of our everyday life. It was like a little island we could escape to for an hour a day--with hashbrowns, hot chocolate, and coffee. Perfection.

Everything that has happened since has been sort of coincidence: building some sort of flirtatious friendship with Carl which led to a friendship with Leo which led to discovering the weird connections between Frank's and Tomato Street and Frank's and The Onion.

As fun as this trip down memory lane is, it does have a purpose. It is the necessary history and introduction to understanding who we, N and I, have become: diner whores.

This fact has floated in the periphery of my consciousness for a long time but was brought home, forcefully, Sunday night. At Carl's birthday party. Sorry, I need to pause for a moment because I'm still kind of surprised and confused by the whole thing.

Through a strange twist of fate N was out of town and C was back in town, but scheduled to leave Monday morning at 7am. So, on Sunday afternoon Leo called and invited me to come to his house for Carl's birthday party. I was driving home from an awful weekend in Walla Walla, Washington and was up for anything that would distract me (as long as there was someone to go with me because I'm just not very socially brave on my own). C said she would go with me and so, at 9pm, after leaving Erika's Oscar party and driving around Lefty's a few times because (1) I got the directions wrong and (2) C and I always seem to have adventures involving Lefty's, we made it to Carl's birthday party.

I honestly had no idea what to expect. The one thing I was genuinely, completely, and totally unprepared for was the fact that I would know half of the people at the party. I really expected the party to be, well, like it was (more on that in a minute) but I expected to be observing from a corner without really knowing anyone but Carl and Leo who would probably both be busy playing host to other guests. But indeed, I did know half the people there. The official list is: Carl, Leo, Aaron, and Noree. Entering the party and seeing all of these familiar faces, happy to see me, was the moment when I had to face the truth: I am a diner whore. Through a mix of cunning, perseverance, and happenstance, I have wormed my way into these people's lives. I think they might be my friends.

The party itself was hilarious but hard to describe. Carl, Aaron, and someone I didn't know spent most of the time playing cribbage. The people I didn't know played pool. Noree was high-larious and, um, focused on Carl. A little bit through the party Kolbi showed up, as expected (for me. I rather think that it shocked the hell out of her). Throughout the party people wandered up to Leo's bedroom for herbal entertainments. Because the house is within walking distance from Lovers, http://www.loverspackage.com, all of the party decorations and gifts Carl recieved were definitely themed accordingly. For instance, the first thing that Leo presented us with when we walked in the door was a dark chocolate penis. My favorite party moment, by far, was when Leo and others brought in tons of breast ballons to the living room and Leo had his under his shirt--he looked like black Dolly Parton. However, Leo being a small, fit person and his clothing being appropiately fitted needed help removing his breasts. Things I never thought I would do. . .

I wish there was more I could say about the party, more stand alone moments of hilarity, but it was one of those things that needs to be taken in in its entirety. I didn't bring Carl a gift or a card. I really didn't know if I should since I haven't since him in, almost six months, I think. However, at one point during the party someone said something innocent, but my dirty mind did dirty things with it and I laughed, or rather, tried to stiffle laughter because I knew it was inappropriate. Carl turned from his cribbage game and said, "That's what I miss about you and N. You girls could make anything dirty. I haven't had anyone with a dirty mind around me for so long that I've stopped thinking like that. It's good to know that other people's minds are dirty too."

Possibly the best compliment I've received in ages and, really, could I have given him a better gift?

Wait, you mean....a post????!?

2009-01-13T18:52:00.001-08:00

So much has happened in the last several months, that I don't know where to begin. Frank's is still our Saturday fare, with the occasional weekday when requested by Leo. Mike just had a baby (Chanel) last week. Leo's got a possible love interest. Carl moved to Tomato Street. ADB is still A, but is more of a greeter and only works weekends. They just got new menus, and there are Frank's/The Onion gift card holders everywhere.

As for us: C's moved back to Colorado to pursue her snowboarding dreams, and though she's lonely at times, she's adjusting. J and I moved to a house much closer to my work/her school at the end of November. It's cute and actually rather convenient.

A Week Later...

Well, I didn't post last week because I didn't feel like I'd said much of anything. But today was brilliant, so I'm going to actually revive this dying blog!

Nicole, who is one of my greatest friends, came to visit us this weekend. She being the only person I know that ever dates, is staying with us while gallivanting about Spokane with a boy. Anyhow, she met us at Frank's and there the fun began.

After being seated (rather quickly, as Nicole got there first and got our names on the list rather early), J & I quickly forced her to tell us everything about her date the night before. As nothing illicit actually went down, she made up a fantastic story about getting it on in Zola's bathroom, thrice. The rest of our conversation included the Inlander horoscopes and "I Saw You"s, inappropriate jokes about chicken fried steak, Jesus: The Vibrator! and awkwarding waiters wherever we go. Then I looked lasciviously at the hash browns on the grill and J got a brilliant business idea. She essentially created Frank's: the strip club. In her head, we're the crazy aunts who have opened up a strip club, but instead of people throwing money at the strippers, they throw hash browns. And we'd have Friday Fry nights, where people would instead throw French Fries.

Obviously, Nicole and I laughed uproariously at this, at which point ADB (who will henceforth be known as Joe, since he's less of a dishboy now) mocked us ~~for leaving him out of the joke~~ for coming to Frank's "every day" and causing trouble. Honestly, I think he's just sad that we never let him join our reindeer games or dirty jokes. He's really more of an object to be ogled and interacted with when necessary, anyway. Well, ok. I'm not that shallow. We'd talk to him more if he were willing. I think we kind of scare him. He gets all snarky and evasive when we actually try to delve into his life. Not so much of a team player, that one. Though, we recently found out that he's from Texas. It's become a favourite pastime of ours to hypothesize why he moved to Spokane from Texas. We're thinking he followed a girl and it ended badly. I think he murdered his gran or kissed his cousin or something. One of those family things where it's easier to banish someone than to deal with the consequences. Or, you know, his family moved up here for something and he was an unwilling victim. He doesn't exactly have to support himself financially, from what we've gathered.

Uh, back to the point...

Frank's was fun today. We laughed a lot. We made inappropriate jokes a lot. We got to see most of the people we love. AND, we got to see a picture of Mike's baby! One of the waiters (who we may have previously judged to be much creepier than he is) offered, out of the blue, to show us a photo of her. How nice was that? Anyhow, I was impressed by him, and he raised a bit in my esteem today. Also, I think J's having a really difficult time reconciling the fact that he's the only one with a picture, and he's also one of the creepy ones. I think maybe he was having an extra-creepy day the one time it was just him and Leo and what'sherface.

And now Nicole's here, so I'm going to wrap up and sign off. Hopefully I will be better at updating again. Yay!

Peace out, happy diners.

Monday, Monday

2008-08-21T11:58:00.000-07:00

As we've mentioned before, going to Frank's on the weekdays is always a different ball of wax. This Monday my beloved nine-year old niece was staying with me and so, naturally, I took her to breakfast at Frank's. Carl saw me come in and, shock of shocks, came over to say 'hi' and tell me not to be seated until he waved me over. I was, to be completely honest, a little startled at the special treatment because it was just me. In fact, as long as I'm being honest, I avoid going to Frank's alone because I'm not sure of my reception as an individual. I feel that the Frank's staff thinks of us Breakfast Bitches as a unit and while they handle the unit well and appreciate us I'm never quite sure what they will think of me as an individual.

Once my niece and I were seated I handed her a menu, pointed at the kid's section, and asked, "What do you want?" Her answer, was instant and she didn't consult the menu before saying, "A side order of bacon."

I think at least three heads swiveled to face us and after a long pause Carl just said what everyone was thinking, "You guys are related, huh?"

Breakfast with my niece was fun. She decided she wanted ice-cream coffee with her bacon (she did actually get other food) and so we ordered all of the necessary ingredients and made it right there at the counter. This got us some strange looks from staff and patrons alike but we didn't care.

It was slow as it was about 10:30 on a Monday morning and the breakfast crowd was dwindling. Because it was slow we, for better or for worse, got a lot more of the staff attention than we would normally get. Carl said that Hannah and I made the same small, contented sigh when we ate bacon. Doesn't everyone sigh contentedly when they ate bacon? Also, Carl juggled spatulas for Hannah. She was impressed and, I have to admit, I fell a little bit in love with him. What can I say? I love men that know how to entertain children. Then, and I have no memory of how we got on the subject, we started talking about families and birth order and I found out that Carl is the third of four brothers. Oh God, it explains so much.

As fun as Monday was, I think that Saturday may take top honors for most fantastically awkward Frank's experience ever. I don't remember much of Saturday's breakfast because I was freaking out about the GRE's. I picked at my food and N tried to get me to think about something other than standardized testing. She recommended that, before the test, I go to Borders and by myself a romance novel for afterwards. Then Carl asked us what the point of romance novels was. He said he had tried reading one once and he didn't get it. N interjected with the fact that her uncle reads romance novels and her aunt swears that it makes him a better lover. At which point Carl proceeds to detail for us his philosophy of how to make love to a woman, which is: pay attention, she'll tell you everything you need to know. That information didn't help me on the GRE's but I suppose it's good to know in case I, in my turn, ever need to give someone advice on how to make love to a woman.

Coming back for more, you know why we're coming for you... Once we rock we won't want to stop. Not today or tomorrow...

2008-08-13T23:00:00.000-07:00

J did a lovely job recounting the bachelorette party of doom and Frank's that followed (also the Melody and Mary visits), but I enjoy differing opinions/perceptions, so you'll have to suffer through what I remember as well. Mainly I do this to you because I'm the one who writes down the quotes when we're mobile and I've got nowhere better to put them. Muahaha. :)

[as a side note, J and I have started to include names in the blog, partly because there are conflicting initials, but mostly because we're lazy]

The Bachelorette Bash...
Originally, we were going to go to the Testy Festy to kick off the celebration, but it turned out to be more hassle than any of us were interested in, so we scrapped it at the last minute. This was actually rather fortuitous because we ended up going to dessert at the Couer d'Alene resort instead. We'd all been to Dockside before, but never as a group. On our way to the restaurant we passed the bar/nightclub portion of the place where the most gorgeous man in a black Stetson and blue pinstriped shirt was thoroughly eye-fucked by all four of us. I think that this was the moment we decided to go in after we'd had dessert.

Dessert was lovely. I don't remember much of the conversation. Something about us being able to see Lake Couer d'Alene and wishing that the waiter would either bring us waters or a straw large enough that I could siphon the water directly from the lake. J and I shared something fantastic involving whipped cream (mud pie?) and C and E shared a giant Reese's sundae. Absolutely delicious.

After awkward service from Dr. Quinn and the staff at Dockside, we meandered to the bar. Boy am I glad we did, too. We didn't see the attractive man in the Stetson, but we did see many others. I never knew how many pretty people spend Friday nights in Idaho. We drooled a lot. We also had a goodly amount of alcohol. J had a blackberry mojito, C and E did some shots and then all four of us shared something called a Derailer. It's much like a mai tai, but is served in a seven-cup glass with giant straws. It also had discounted refills, so we got a glass of something that was blue/green the second time around. Finally, after months of searching, we've found not one, not two, but three drinks that J will drink without thinking that they are cough syrup! Go us!

Throughout the course of the night, we racked up some quotes:
-Upon J's demise in many years during oral sex: I can see the headline: Incredibly popular Nicaraguan ambassador found dead -- husband oddly reticent. -J
-Because the straws were awkward: I'm going to become a unicorn at this rate. -J
-Screamed drunkenly from the back seat to attractive men crossing in front of us: Yum Yum gimme some! -E
-Sorry, Elvis Presley took over and I didn't know what to do. -?
-I did that to Mormons once. -Me

We also analyzed the people in the room, from the dancing grannies to the tramp that C had a lot of anger toward. It was an amazingly fun time. And the next morning, E came with us to breakfast!

J pretty much covered the meal times of the week, so I'm going to skip those and just give a slight overview of the party on Saturday night. We had a bunch of booze, a really nifty hostess, lots of things to be tasted and applied, nuts, lube, lotion, vibrators, vodka and glitter. And afterwards, the boys upstairs sent us down many many notes attached to a tape measure. I feel the need to transcribe one, but in the interest of laziness shall refrain. Suffice it to say, we had a damned good time and made some nifty new friends. (After weeks of avoiding our landlord because we're terrified that she'll ask us to sign a lease, who knew that she'd be so awesome?)

.....

Sadly, I had to work all of last weekend and was barely at Frank's at all. J and I did a social experiment about how much Carl's mood would improve or not when C was there. The results were not exceptionally flattering to us, but followed our predicted trend. J filled in the rest rather nicely already. Wow, this is the shortest weekend blog ever.

.....

I'll make that up to you by writing about today. At 4:50-ish, we dropped C off at the airport. She's got doctor's appointments and a date and such, so she's gone until Sunday night. J and I came home afterwards, took naps then went to breakfast at Frank's. I know I've mentioned that Frank's is different on weekday mornings than it is on weekend mornings, but today was much more similar than usual. None of the regular players were there (besides Mike, Joe and Amanda), so I was personally surprised at the amount of attention we got. Joe said hi to us and sat us at the counter automatically. He was talkative and slightly rushed, but overall rather changed from the ADB we once knew. A red shirt suits him well. Who knew that he'd be a people person? We also spent most of the morning chatting with Mike. I know it shouldn't be so much of a milestone, but every time we get one of the once awkward boys to talk, smile or both, I count it as a small victory. Meaning that the combination of the two boys talking and interacting with us was enough to make my Frank's dining experience well worth the heart disease.

Oh, and my brain has started creating awkward Frank's diner porn. The phrases 'coming down' and 'in the back' and 'behind you' will never again be innocuous. You will never think of gravy the same way again. Now, if only I could convince one of them to listen to my thoughts on whipped cream...

2008-08-10T22:08:00.000-07:00

Ahh, it has been too long since I have written. Poor N has had to bear the burden alone for quite some time now. I have no good excuse but I do have the truth. The truth is, up until last week, I didn't really have much to say about our weekend breakfast adventures. Largely because they had become less adventuresome and more routine. Not that I am against routine. I like routine but for all of it's good qualities routine isn't very easy to write about. It's hard to describe the comfortable happiness that comes from a healthy routine. (Obviously I mean "healthy" in the psychological sense of not damaging to yourself or others; not in the medical sense as Frank's and it's variety of ways to eat saturated fat, commonly known as the menu, are not healthy.)

However, last week was somewhat notable if only because it may have been the first time Carl has ever ignored us. Of course, C wasn't there, and he definitely perks up when she walks in the room/car/restaurant/whatever. He also seemed kind of pissed in general. Who knows?

This week was more fun. I'd like to think that this week we reached some new milestones. Before I go any further I should note that we had N, C, and I had guests staying with us all weekend and they went to Frank's with us as well. One of our guests was Mary. N's friend from birth. The other guest that shared in our Frank's ritual was my beloved cousin Melody, who has been my companion since birth and my friend since shortly thereafter (give or take my toddler years). I love Melody but I have to say she wasn't sold on Frank's and my stellar recommendation wasn't enough to satisfy her hunger or still her complaints. This morning Mary, Melody and I went to Frank's. C sleeps in on Sunday's and N had to be at work early so I was the only one of the Breakfast Bitches to represent and eating there with new people gave me the opportunity to remember what it was like when I wasn't a BB. Melody was frustrated by the wait and I could see her point, although I wouldn't admit it. I don't know about N but for me having Melody there definitely helped fit Frank's into the larger story of my life. The thing about long time friends, especially those that we have managed to keep from childhood, is that they carry our history with them. Having Melody at Frank's brought a lot of my past, a lot of who I have been, to Frank's. At the same time, bringing Melody to Frank's was a way of updating my history, adding a new sentence to the story, a new thread to the tapestry and all that sort of thing.

By far, the best part about breakfast this morning was the way Mary and Melody (I keep thinking of the cartoons) were instantly brought into the fold of the cooks and servers at that counter. When we write about Frank's similies about family inevitably come up which leads me to wonder. . .well, are they family now? Considering the fact that we gave Alex a Target gift card for his move to Colorado, which is more than I've done for some of my biological family, I'm inclined to answer in the affirmative.

Speaking of Alex going off to college, I should probably note some of the other changes at Frank's. Let's see. Mike is officially wearing the red shirt of a server and has a more official nametag than he did previously, although tape and sharpie still seem to be the keynotes of his public identity. He has also become more flirty since his transformation to server which is fun. Chilli is almost done dying her naturally dark blonde hair a deep, deep red. She looks fantastic. Alex, as aforementioned, is going of to Colorado for college. Noree now works at the Onion and she is missed. Joe finally responded to my friendly overtures this morning by actually looking in my eyes and saying, "Hi," back. Talk about milestones.

Some things have stayed the same though. Leo still spends most of his time in the back, either of the kitchens or the car, and he still makes time to come over and say "hi" to us which is sweet and kind and probably a reason I should stop making jokes about him being in back. Janie still runs the restaurant with her chateristic smooth efficiancy and servant leadership and Patticakes still works weekdays, for which I am thankful (she kind of scares me).

Oh! In a flash of memory I remembered what made last week fantabulous. Saturday morning, after E's pre-bachelorette party party in Cour d'Alene, we all went to Frank's. Having more good memories than alcohol left in our system the four of us might have started to sing our favorite verses from "What's Your Fantasy" by, um, Ludacris. We made Carl blush. It was fantastic.

The End.

Love,
J

My milkshake brings all the girls to the bar...

2008-07-25T20:32:00.000-07:00

It's always different going to Frank's at night. Sometimes it's like they're just waiting for someone interesting to come in and liven up the place. Sometimes it's off and boring. Instead of being surreal, though, tonight was nice. The servers have all gotten used to us and opened up. Even the silent cooks are willing to share in the dirty commentary. Everyone took part in the muppet sex conversation, even. (The Muppets Ride Brokeback Mountain!) As we were leaving, all of the servers formed a nice familial tableau and waved to us, similar to the Beverly Hillbillies. I always half expect them to say "ya'all come back now, y'hear?"

Anyhow, it was nice to have all of the attention to ourselves. Yeah, there were other patrons, but we totally stole the show. Not because we were all eating gigantic meals (I had a huckleberry shake and C stole some of it. J had water and The Inlander), but because I think they genuinely like us. Mostly. There's something to be said for camaraderie.

Tomorrow will be interesting. J works from 1-8 and I work from 9:45-7, so we've got a window of Frank's time. Hopefully fun times will be had for all...

Until next time,

N

2008-07-25T19:38:00.000-07:00

Last night was fun. I got my first paycheck (for training only) and C's 2nd job burnt down, so obviously we needed comfort pie and drinks. Thus, at J's suggestion, we went to Cyrus O'Leary's. J and I went there once while C was out of town and we had a really attractive bartender, thus, every time we go back there, we start the evening out a little disappointed that he's not there. Truth be told, I don't even remember what he looks like, but I'm still mildly annoyed that he's not there. We sat at the bar all the same.

I don't think our bartender was overjoyed by our presence. I'm so used to the Frank's style welcome that it's almost jarring when a bartender/person behind the counter isn't elated to see us. We all ordered something different to drink, passing them around to those who wanted to try ours. I hadn't had anything for food for a while (I made rice krispies the other day and have been living on them ever since), so the vodka went straight to my blood and I got a little silly. I think C did as well. Instead of regaling you, dear reader, with the details of our evening, I'm just going to bullet out the quotes of the night:

Thank you, John Kerry. That was delicious. -J
Because that's what I think about when I read Exodus -- taxidermy. -J
You need two fingers on the inside and one on top. -N
I know I'm always smiling after I've been mounted on a wall. -J

What about Marlin? -C

Does anyone ever want to yank all of those at the same time and make a mess? -J
All I can think of is the PBR cans in the bathroom the morning after with Marlin. -N
[simultaneously] It's more the humping. -J

We like to hump things. -C

Things that make my ass clench for $1,000 -- mini coopers and 70 year old oil tycoons. -C

Every time we said something ridiculous, the bartender looked a little more like he'd like us to leave. At one point, I thanked C and J for being the type of friends that I can swear around, seeing as I work with old people and children, generally. When we got outside, there was a sign at the entrance that said no fightin' and no cussin'. Whoops.

It was fun, though. We walked around the park for a bit afterwards to commune with nature/sober me up a bit. And the random mix that C made was amazing. As was the cop that I drove awkwardly to be near because he was so attractive. I'm glad that I drug them along on my dinner adventure. Life's more fun with the two of them.

Love harnesses, handjobs, and the roommates that loved me.

2008-07-21T22:15:00.000-07:00

It's amazing how quickly time gets away from us. It's already July 21, for goodness sake. It's already been three weeks since our last post and yet it feels like I've just written. I guess this summer is one where time is relative to everything else. Oh how I would love to be able to have a cup of tea with Einstein. But enough about that and more about me!

I got a job! That's right kids, after two months of complete unemployment, I now have a scarily full time job. It's nothing glamorous, mind you, but it's income. I'm waiting tables and doing food prep for a retirement community across the street from my mother's college dorm. The residents are really neat and the staff is nice. Minus the sore feet and aching back, it should be a pretty good job. The sad thing is that now our routines are all at odds. J works 1 AM-5AM as well as nannying some afternoons(1-5:30-ish), C works 8-4-ish and I work 10-7-ish. We're going to have to start scheduling in our together time, weekend breakfasts included.

Speaking of breakfast, I believe we have some catching up to do...

Three weeks ago (the shame!), C went to California for the 4th of July weekend. This left J and I to our own dirty tricks. I honestly don't remember much in the way of outstanding or outlandish events, but we did go to Frank's. My notes from that week consist of: "I mean, I know what happens when you blow ON a conch shell. I wonder what would happen when you blow IN one." - N. Also, 'zero G sexy sexy'. I'll elaborate as much as I possibly can, and it won't be much. Diner Boy (the one who asked C out), J and I had a lovely conversation about what sex would be like in zero gravity. I mean, gravity sort of helps and I can't imagine that strapping yourself into a love harness would be all that sexy. Nor do I want to imagine what sort of awkward bruises you'd get from bumping into random walls. I believe that this then led to something about the special partial-gravity sex chambers in space being shaped like a conch shell? Something like that. Suffice it to say, the kama sutra would be much different at zero g. Also, A (the awkward server who reminds me of an adolescent version of an ex-boyfriend) started to warm up to us. He spoke! In sentences! It was pretty amazing. (ADB is still very awkward. Go us.)

I know that I'm failing as the statistician of the group by not remembering anything else from that weekend, but I suppose I'll have to just disappoint you and move onto the much more interesting events of the next weekend. (Convoluted sentences much?)

The second weekend of July was epic, to say the least. We'd bought tickets for Eddie Izzard's new show (playing in Seattle) months ago before realizing that it was the same weekend as my old roommate's wedding, so it was destined to be full of interesting things from the start. What made the weekend even better was the addition of our host into the mix.

J, C, myself and S (another former roommate of mine) left town Friday afternoon. We started our adventure with the obligatory caffeination and left town in a flurry of random music and giggles. We dropped S off in North Bend and trekked over to Seattle. When we finally made our way through the city, I took the long way to Pacific Place, tried to go the wrong way down a parking garage and nearly ran over a bunch of people. We met D (one of my bff's from home) at Barnes and Noble and settled in for some fantastic entertainment at the Paramount. (As D was waiting for us, browsing through Barnes and Noble, she randomly ran into Robin Williams. I/my friends have seen more famous people randomly in Seattle than we ever have in New York and LA combined. Yay for Seattle!) Anywho, Eddie was obviously brilliant. He had a fantastic sketch about technology and iPhones and internet updates. Also sketches about Barack Obama, sexy farmers, religion, Barack Obama, cheese, religion, Barack Obama and communication breakdowns. It was fun and exciting and all the wonderful things it should have been, even for being the in back row of the top mezzanine.

After the show, I took the girls to Beth's cafe. It was on the way to D's destination and Beth's is one of those places that people go when they're shit-faced drunk and it's four in the morning and all they want to do is eat grease and draw things with crayons. It's one of the greasier spoons I've been to more than twice and I generally enjoy myself. We had lots of food, dropped D off and headed to West Seattle to stay with one of J's brother's friends.

The drive there was interesting. Never get directions from J's brother. The apartment was one of the easiest places to get to and we drove halfway to Alki on more than one occassion just trying to find the damned place. I violated a lot of driveways and perfected my few-point turns. I also scraped the front undercarriage on a hill so steep that it should have a sign posted: "Manual's beware or RIP". My poor car was fine, I was shaken, and we were greeted by one of the ugliest dogs I have ever seen. Lola was her name and she was very much a bulldog. I think she was part of the reason I was driven to ask for straight vodka when offered a drink. (Shh, don't tell Jeff.) J went to bed fairly quickly, opting not to watch Wedding Crashers, and C and I ended up talking until 4-ish. She and I had had several late night into early morning conversations over the past week, so Friday night was the culminating point, I think. The next morning we woke C up by all four of us (J, myself, our host and Lola) staring at her. It was amazing.

Our host took us to breakfast at a restaurant on Alki beach that put me in perfect position to lecherously watch glistening men play beach volleyball. The food was good too. I don't remember what we talked about, but I remember our standard fare being brought up and making our host mildly awkward. That was fun. C also learned that she's fond of bloody Mary's.

After minor primping and major wardrobe chaos, we went to D's wedding. The service was nice, I suppose, minus the inappropriate guest (me) giggling a couple times. We had a slice of pie, said our well wishes to the happy couple and beat a hasty retreat. I'd never gone to a Whitworth wedding. Were guests expected to bring frisbees? I missed that memo, I think.

When we arrived back at our lodgings, we met M, who is another friend of J's brother. A note on our host: he was sort of--not really slimy, but-- sketchy. He hit on C, obviously, as did his bisexual female friend who arrived shortly after we did. The next logical thing for the six of us to do was to take the water taxi to downtown Seattle, get lots of drinks and make weird conversation, so we did just that. We ended up at Red Robin first and our waiter was fun. He played along with the group. From there, we went to the Alibi Room, which is a tiny tiny bar in an alley off of Pike St. Not someplace to hang out at midnight when alone and incredibly inebriated. Fortunately, we had two big-brother-esque types and a pseudo-lesbian to ward off the crazies. And it was only 10:30 when we left.

At the dock, waiting for the water taxi, we ran into the lovely newlywed couple from earlier in the day. I do believe that I told them to run along and have happy sex. Our host was astonished that they were married as they are at least 12 years younger than him. I was generally just amused.

After (land) taxi-ing back (we'd missed the last water taxi), the boys put in Wedding Crashers again, as it seems to be their favorite movie. At some point during the evening, the guests went home and when we woke up Sunday morning, the apartment was again at peace. Minus the spent PBR cans found in random places throughout the livingroom, kitchen and bathroom.

Instead of another awkward breakfast with our host, I organized a rendezvous with C, J, S (other roadtripee), the person S stayed with and K (another of my ex-roomies). We met at a Freddies and followed K to Mae's. (Mae's is one of those fantastic places that everyone should go to at least once. J and I had both been there before and were glad to be back.) We had gigantic breakfasts, planned S's wedding (not actually upcoming, but hypothetically), took pictures and giggled until we were all full of good food and good cheer.

S, J, C and I said our goodbyes and piled into the car, stopping only to caffeinate again on the way out of town. We took the leisurely path home via Issaquah (fantastic discount CD's, Panera and Boehm's), Snoqualmie Falls and Ritzville before finally, finally making it home to Spokane. It was a good trip.

I really don't have much to say about last weekend. I didn't go to breakfast on Saturday, though J and C did. Instead, I pulled them out of bed yesterday to go before I went to work. It was sort of a 'blah' Frank's day. The staff was all fairly tired. I think I was the most alert person there. ADB was so sleepy, he forgot to be awkward when we said hello and he actually spoke, A (awkward boy from before) said hellos and things again, K (one of the cooks who never speaks) spoke and made eye contact, and I ran into my aunt and uncle. Like you do.

We did have a fun conversation about "The Artist Formerly Known as Ear" when C put her head on my shoulder (apparently, her ear made a sound the first time. She tried to duplicate it to absolutely no success). We then had a fantastic conversation about the band Head, Shoulders, Knees and Toes and how Ear was once a part of it. I think Knees buggered disbanded and Shoulders couldn't take the pressure anymore. J? C? Insight?

And now, because it's 12:12 and I should be sleeping, I will officially end the longest blog ever in this here blog. Whew.

2008-06-30T21:36:00.001-07:00

The purpose of this blog is to be a sort of chronicle of the summer N, C, and I (that would be me, J, not a new person with the initial "I") get to live together. In October or whenever it snows C is leaving us to pursue her dream of being an Olympic snowboarder and in December, I am graduating and moving to Portland so this summer is, to say the least, special. Blogging about breakfasts at Frank's, be they for breakfast or dinner, is an attempt to preserve our time together so that, when we scatter to the four corners, we have something to look back on and a way to remember the inside jokes and adventures we share.

For that reason it was decided that all three of us should take turns blogging. C has yet to step up to the plate so it has been left up to N and me but really, I don't know why I even bother. N's blogs are so complete, so well-worded; her phrases so exquisitely turned that I feel my blogging is more than unnecessary.

Be that as it may, here I am again anyway. This past Saturday I started a new job as an RA for a camp at Gonzaga bright and early at eight am (which turned out to be pointless because there was a miscommunication between the camp organizers and housing so I was there at eight and couldn't help anyone with anything until noon. I was glad I brought a book. C was scheduled to leave Saturday for a trip to California scheduled and paid for before she broke up with Dildo Baggins (he looks like a hobbit and he had the nerve to break up with C, so is obviously a bit of a douchebag). Given that we love each other, and we love breakfast at Frank's we all dragged ourselves out of bed at six in the morning and trundled to Frank's. Since I am one to wallow in self-pity allow me to point out that this expedition was worst on me because I actually had to be ready to go to work after this ridiculously early breakfast. Harumph.

Well, I finally got to see the new dishwasher who pretended not to know C and N even though, as N mentioned, he was introduced to them in no uncertain terms. Maybe it was the hour but I honestly can't remember much distinctive about Saturday's breakfast. Coming to Frank's at 6:30 am on a Saturday is similar to going at 7 pm on a Tuesday in that the counter is empty and we were seated right away. The good thing about Saturday morning versus Tuesday night is that the regular crew was there. I got an extra piece of bacon which was delicious and fantastic and all the things that bacon usually is, but it had that delicious after taste of free! Woot.

Sunday was, on the whole, more lively which I feel somewhat traitorous in saying because C was absent but, in all honesty, I think the liveliness proceeded more from the hour (10:30 am) rather than the company. We again saw the awkward new dishwasher [henceforth to be known as ADB: awkward dish boy] who, personally, reminds me a bit of the Beattles; not one in particular just the Beattles in general. I think it's the haircut. The new dishwasher has now becoming a running joke because every time we see him we smile and say "hi" and he looks at us like we have three heads. Maybe that's the problem, maybe his vision isn't very good and he things we actually are one woman with three heads, each of which prefers a different breakfast. I wouldn't say "hi" to that no matter how many times we were introduced.

Speaking of breakfast preferences. N and I deviated from routine and decided to split an omelet. This was so unusual that our order actually got handed to someone else which was satisfying in a way. It's always good to break up routine and remind people that you are not utterly predictable.

Lastly, ADB isn't the only new staff member at Frank's. There is a beautiful new waiter [henceforth dubbed GS: gorgeous server]. Unfortunately on Sunday GS was working as far away from the counter as he could get so we only saw him when he came to the counter for food pick-up. Sigh. However, the waiters at Frank's rotate sections rather than settling into one set section so all we have to do is keep going back (at this point not really an option) and he's sure to wait on us sometime. If only that was a euphemism. Sigh.

Well, I really think that's all the news that's fit to print. For yet another week the jam remains on the shelf largely because there's no good way to incorporate the concept of jam lactation or bacon erotica into a blog. Although we do manage to incorporate into conversation with alarming frequency.

J

Jeez O Pete it's getting hot!

2008-06-30T09:27:00.000-07:00

I think this blog is forever going to be one week behind. I'll do my best to catch us up...

The weekend before last was spent in the Tri Cities! J was going home for her 5 year high school reunion, so she offered to drag C and I along with her. Obviously, we never pass up a chance for a weekend adventure, so we worked it out. J wanted to stay longer at home, so she took C with her on the trip there and I had her on the trip back. I'm sure wonderful things happened on the 'there' trip for them, but mine was uneventful.

I detoured through my parents' place for a little organization and relaxing alone time before the weekend. That was nice. My brother had a girl over from Lynden, WA. [Lynden is approximately 5 miles south of the Canada border. When people turn 19 they have a 19-run, thus when they get to college and all of their friends are stoked for 21 runs, it's sort of old hat for them.] They didn't get back from sightseeing until pretty late and that meant that mum and I had a lot of time just the two of us, which was really good. My mom and I are pretty darn close. She poured herself some wine, I make up some daiquiris and we talked about romance novels and work and puppies and life. It was a good night.

The next morning, I left for the TC via the long way. It was really nice to see all of the people camped at the fishing/hunting spots as well as the weekenders at the dunes. It wasn't very nice to be stopped at the top of the hill past Vernita Bridge while we watched a truck go up in flames. It made me late getting to our pedicure appointments. The pedicure was fun, though, and we all got fun/outrageous things done to our nails. Afterwards we walked around the Pasco farmer's market for some asparagus, apple juice and pastries from the local panaderia. We spent the rest of the afternoon lounging around J's mom's house reading romance novels and playing Blokus. We took a walk around the neighborhood, lamented the lack of swings on J's niece's playground and returned to home base so that J could get her primp on.

J looked stunning for her reunion. C and I were extremely under-dressed, so we walked her into the restaurant then took off to find a bar and some food. After about an hour of aimless wandering and disappointment at cover charges, we ended up at Red Robin. We enjoyed ourselves immensely chatting with the waiters, making fun of the bartender and laughing at other patrons. (As I was washing my hands in the restroom, on of the guys from the bar walked in, realized he was in the women's and quickly ran out.) We might have also ogled a lot since we were sitting next to the door. It was a good time and our waiter gave us his myspace address. (He definitely wrote a song about his love for his...banana.) We picked J up and went home, deciding that none of us were up for a night on the town.

The next morning, we got up and had breakfast with J's dad, stepmom and stepbrother. We went to Andy's, which is a nice little diner, reminiscent of Frank's, but in different ways. The food was good, the conversation was interesting, and we got to meet/sass yet another member of J's family. Jam was involved, as was Barack Obama.

We then went to J's grandfather's house where we sat on the porch reading more trashy romance novels, drinking coffee and occasionally picking raspberries. The porch with the reading and the berries is pretty much my ideal lifestyle. If someone could pay me to do that, I'd be a happy camper. Sadly, this was the end of our trip. We said our goodbyes to J's grandfather (who is a nifty old guy, reminiscent of my grandfathers when they were in their early 70's) and the rest of the family, and C and I drove home. The drive was pretty uneventful (we listened to the radio, talked about life and things, and I forced her to listen to the Ray Stevens cd my brother had made for me) until I decided to take the long way home. Detouring off the freeway toward Airway Heights is in no way, shape or form a shortcut. It never has been, never will be. After driving generally north/northeast down back country roads and wooded areas, we finally found Seven Mile and made our way home.

All in all, I think it was a pretty nifty weekend. Then again, with those two, how could it possibly be anything but fun?

Like the Twilight Zone on a train...

2008-06-24T19:27:00.000-07:00

C and I just went to Frank's for dinner (J wasn't there since she's home right now) and it was definitely...enlightening?

Frank's at 7 on a Tuesday night is much different than Frank's on the weekend mornings. Last weekend was off because there was no sun and little humor. Tonight was weird because it was dead. We didn't need to worry about clearing the counter, because it was already empty. There was only one server, one cook and two guys in the back doing dishes. (One of whom had just started in an obvious way.) The music was turned down and the customers were sedate. It was...surreal. C and I were instantly thrown off kilter. We literally had to sit down and take a moment to collect ourselves. Thankfully, we knew the server, so she settled us in. C wanted huckleberry pancakes like mad, but I had to actually think about what to get. There were no hashbrowns on the grill, tantalizing me with their starch. The bacon wasn't wafting about from under the counter. All three grills were completely empty. Thus, I ordered a chocolate Sunday (with sprinkles and whipped cream, because I like my sundaes like I like my cocoa. (Hot, strong and with a spoon in it?) And they know damn well how I like my cocoa).

It was interesting watching the cook. You can tell who the breakfast people are and who the dinner people are. Besides the obvious that if he were a breakfast guy, we'd know him, he also wasn't as rapid-fire with the pancake flipping as the rest of the crew is. (Give him a steak, though, and he's a pro.) He also brilliantly upped the huckleberry to pancake ratio. If J likes her bacon and I like my whipped cream, C goes huffy for huckleberries. The best part of the whole waiting for food process was that we glimpsed the new dish washer. Now, seeing the behind the scenes crew is much like a rare animal sighting on the savanna- You probably only catch one or two distinguishable features, but boy it can be ridiculously thrilling. What I saw was a brown-haired person in a black ball cap with giant bling in one ear. What C saw was a blue and neon yellow diagonally striped bit of shorts. We were definitely thrilled. Nothing beats away the boring like a wildly dressed new kid!

So yeah, we got our food and eventually the new kid came out to the counter to have dinner (the shorts were just as wild as anticipated, and the bling was still...wow). Basically what followed was a series of me dropping something or saying something dumb to which C, the new kid and everyone else laughed or pretended not to. It was fantastic. Suffice it to say that we've scared even more of the staff. The funny thing was that C and I were actually introduced to the new kid. Our server explicitly said that we should meet him and sort of made sure we did. Once we'd gotten to the car we realized that not only is our weekend excursion like the obligatory Sunday dinner at moms, but now we have to meet the in-laws. C pointed out that if we showed up in the evenings we'd end up spending all of our (non-existent) income with familial obligation.

Damn, kids. At least it's fun and they still like us! Even when we ditch them to have fun weekends with nifty people (more on that later?).

Until next time...

That J, she's a crafty one.

2008-06-20T12:48:00.001-07:00

Were I to have let her have more time and let her blog when she had sufficient inspiration, I fear that we'd be left with little more than that we went to P-burg and a stray reference to jam lactation. As it stands, the jam was left completely on the shelf (counter, maybe?). For shame, J. For shame. [Er. Please don't kill me in my sleep. I tease because I love!]

At any rate, she's forced me to my current state of authorship. First off: quotes from the weekend in P-burg! I said something about hitting the he-way, just before C was Hitler for squirrels, as J said. The other amazing one was from J: "I'm sorry. I didn't know what it was. Had to touch it. Turned out badly." Hee!

So, yeah. Two weekends ago, we went to the tiny town of Philipsburg, Montana ("The Heart of Sapphire Country"). It's a neat little ghost town in the Rocky Mountains, once popular during the later days of the 19th century Montana gold rush. It's part of the Rock Creek region for sapphire mining and contains some of the richest, most distinct sapphires the world over. Philipsburg was named for the man who helped map out roads to easily navigate the rocky terrain. Though P-burg was a huge sapphire hot spot, there was also a huge rush of silver in the area that helped P-burg thrive. Isn't history nifty?

We went to P-burg to meet up with one of C's friends who's renovating the Doe house, which is a gorgeous white Victorian once belonging to P-burg's most talked about businessmen. It was loads of fun. We arrived pretty late, so Friday was fairly uneventful. Saturday we walked downtown with C's friends for lunch at a sort of so-so diner. The homemade cheesecake was divine. The rest of the place was sort of smoky and quaint, but not as endearing as it could have been. We spent the rest of the afternoon poking around the shops that were open (two of the more touristy places are owned by Seventh Day Adventists and thus closed). We tried on ridiculous outfits at the thrift store and found all sorts of nifty things. We also went to a newer shop with all sorts of neat glasses and hats and slogans and witty repartee on t-shirts. (Also, there were flip books of people making mad crazy sex. It was brilliant. I need to find those.)

The highlight of the afternoon, for me, was the soda shop. The Doe Brothers Soda Shop was incredible. The place was originally built as a restaurant and pharmacy run by one of the brothers who built the place we were staying. All of the soda equipment is original and kept in working order with a little love and care (J: "Just like my grandfather.") and everything is made from scratch. If you've never had a true cherry vanilla Coke, you're missing out. Ruby's in Seattle makes them and I've been hooked ever since. It's a guilty pleasure for sure.

That night we went out to dinner at the restaurant off the highway. The food was good and the conversation was fun. It has a bar attached to it that we went to afterwards. I must say, the guys that were playing pool may have been the only ones in town close-ish to our age range, but I was not impressed. The music was schizophrenic to say the least, no one even tried to serve us, and once they shot the cue ball off the table to where we were sitting and one of them quipped along the lines of "yeah, that's a good way to meet 'em," we were out. We then hit up more bars, obviously, because that's what you do in a small town. The atmosphere of the next one was a billion times better. We got drinks and were told jokes by one of the locals. One about photography, one about dog walking, one about puberty and lunch, and one about bears being lost in the woods. Ask me someday and I'll tell them to you. The old man entertained to say the least. We went to another bar after that, where we helped to DJ and were made sufficiently tipsy on half price booze. It was a good night. And when we got home, C's friend's brother showed us his really wicked laser, which reflected the rain and could blind someone a half mile away. Uh, then everyone kind of passed out.

Sunday morning we went to the places that had been closed before. The first one was The Sweet Palace. Oh man. Candy store of candy story. I wish we had remembered the camera, because I could not possibly tell you how fantastic it was. Jaime wasn't lying when she said we spent a lot of money. We definitely did. I can't wait to go back.

The other neat place was The Sapphire Gallery. I'm a sucker for sapphires, so we knew I'd like it. It had a lot of really fantastic things. Some were ornately carved. Some were intricately patterned. Some were gaudy and fantastic. But everything, everything was lovely. I'm terrified to think about how much that place would be worth. Maybe next time we'll get to harvest our own stones? We'll see if any of us ever have the money. It was neat, at any rate.

Um. Then we came home. It was a quick trip and the drive to/from included lots of crack, but I don't remember anything explicit. C and I subjected J to our random DJ skillz and we all enjoyed ourselves immensely.

If I hadn't ever warned you, be warned now. I like to write novels. A blog just isn't a blog without substance. A blog without lots of rambly exposition and story is like fat-free, sugar-free cheesecake. Why bother?

I'll put off writing about last weekend for another day, though, as I've got to head out. We're spending this weekend in Tri Cities for J's high school reunion. Fun and adventures will be had. Guaranteed.

I guess the jam is still on the shelf.

2008-06-19T22:55:00.000-07:00

N literally just shamed me into blogging which, I think, is slightly unfair because I'm blogging about two weeks of breakfasts instead of one. Clearly I should be allowed more time.

I've been putting off blogging hoping that I will think of something brilliant to say but that doesn't seem to be the case so here I go anyway with an amazing lack of luminosity.

Two weeks ago we went for a weekend trip to Montanna which meant no diner but lots of other good things including but not limited too: real cherry vanilla coke at a real soda shoppe, cheesecake, buffalo meatloaf, a pound of fudge, and fifty some dollars worth of hard candy.

Of course, there was lots of good conversation, especially during the four hour drive. Two good quotes that came from that were: "But Carebears don't have genitals!" from J and, "Apparently I am Hitler for squirrels," from C. Those are in no way related but apart from that I can honestly say that context wouldn't help.

So, fast forward a week from that trip and rewind almost a week from today and we are back at The Diner. Our diner. To be frank, Saturday was an off day. Everything from the lighting to the conversation was off and it just wasn't as fun as it should have been. Sunday made up for it though because we reached an important milestone: we no longer have to give our name to the greeter--they just write it down. In the interest of fairness I should note that this might have less to do with our constant eating there and more to do with the fact that the greeter is best friends with the cook who asked C out, but a milestone is a milestone.

I do wish that N had given herself the trouble of writing this blog because her social observations are more acute than mine. Be that as it may I have faithfully laid down all the events I can remember from the past two weeks of breakfasting, bitching, and the mornings when the intersect so I bid you adieu!

J

Wow, it's June. How did that happen?

2008-06-01T22:07:00.000-07:00

Today marks the end of another memorable Frank's weekend. Our usual barrage of awkward comments was followed by a fantastic interaction of middle school proportions. Thus, we'll start with yesterday...

Yesterday was interesting. I like to observe the people who go to Frank's. Sometimes we see older versions of our friends, or strange families, or people that we know. Sometimes we see creepy people. Yesterday, there was a creepy couple. They were already seated at the counter when we walked in, and as we were walking past them to our seats (next to them, joy of joys), the man gave us the creeeepiest open stare I have ever seen. Apparently the woman was staring similarly. J's description of the look was "...threesome?" Creeptastic.

Today, as we were waiting to be seated, I overheard this gem: "If I want to sleep with a woman, I'm gonna sleep with her." Apparently she doesn't have a say. Thank you man. Go light your cave on fire.

Here's a random side note that people should know about our need to visit Frank's every weekend: Visiting Frank's is much like visiting mom's for Sunday dinner. Unless we let them know that we'll be gone well in advance, we get in trouble. If we don't sit where we ought or behave accordingly, we get scorned and pouted at. It's familial obligation really. You don't say no to family.

Interestingly enough, I think we've started scaring people away from the counter sometimes. I highly doubt that Frank's is hurting for customers, but it never fails that at some point while we're there the entire counter will have cleared out. It's like we're almost too well known and too comfortable there, and thus other people feel uncomfortable for us. Sucks to be them? We could be too bawdy or too raucous, but really, we wouldn't have nearly as much fun if we were 'toned down'.

Anywho, back to today. Today's adventure had little to do with the normal fare. No Ron Jeremy jokes were made; your mom, the amorphous bubble mom that we all know and love, would have been greatly offended; and I am apparently hung up on someone I nearly dated. None of this is new. (Though I did sink to a new low by checking out the name on the ticket of the guy that sat next to us. D'Mitri, I believe. Rowr? Also, we decided that we needed to make some sort of a food tribute calendar. Biscuits and Gravy one month, Alton Brown another. The guys from Frank's of course. Oh, and Bobby Flay and Jamie Oliver and bacon (not erotica). Yum.) No, today's adventure arrived as we were leaving. One of the newer members of the team pulled C aside to deliver the phone number for one of the other staffers. C was speechless. We (J & I) were more vocal. Probably the best way to deal with the situation would be to send him a polite message stating her unavailability and letting it lie at that. But wouldn't it be more fun to let him think he'd spooked away Frank's favorite weekenders? I certainly think so.

Ciao!

N

Welcome

2008-05-25T12:05:00.000-07:00

The purpose of this blog is to chronicle the adventures of three roommates who love breakfast. We eat it everyday, and sometimes more than once a day. Every weekend we go out to breakfast at the same local diner. We eat there so often it's like our "Cheers." Hereafter we intend to post our breakfast related adventures, great quotes and conversations we overhear, great quotes and conversations we have, and anything else that strikes our fancy, starting with a quote from this morning:

"We were having a perfectly normal conversation about cannibalism and then you go and make it awkward!"--J

Love,