101 with the talented mr. noble this morning.
It’s true, we breakfasted together, Mr. Broyles & I.
What Ian does not mention, because he’s too nice a bloke for that, is the abysmal service we got, today.
The waitress couldn’t even be bothered to stop by our table more than twice, we got no water and too many coffees, the french toast was basically toast, and when we Did finally get water (from another waitress, equally as surly as the first) it was slammed down on our table.
Men as pretty as us are not accustomed to such offensive behavior towards us. So I spit in their food.
