1) The large plate of chili cheese fries we eventually shared--the chili was actually really flavorful and you almost don't notice the orange, processed bladder cheese smothering the perfectly deep-fried potatoes.
who walked into the restaurant to see if she could get a table as her patently gay male friend waited outside. Unsuccessful, she came out, screamed, "Why the f* are idiots standing in the vestibule...why stand in the vestibule? G*d%mn idiots in the m*ther-f*$&ing vestibule..." and then walked off with patently embarrassed gay male friend.
Who says "vestibule" and why was she so angry? Mike and I pondered the latter and came up with the following:
a) no coffee, no Zoloft, no fun;
b) recouping the financial and intellectual investment on a Women's Studies degree is tough when you're a 30 year old non-profit intern (who wouldn't feel a little stressed?);
c) complaining about nothing in a strident, shrill manner is the only way a (Wellesley) woman can get ahead in Washington (who knew?).
3)...(The final reason the wait was worthwhile:) The french toast--they give you like 67 slices dusted with powdered sugar and a gluttonous array of choices for toppings (including fruit and syrup). It is absolutely to-die-for and you can get it, along with other breakfast items, 24/7!