This morning the only place that I walked to was to the fridge, to get water, because I was hung like some kind of dog. American hangovers are NASTY. Mrs W and I had a night on the town, up on the fancy upper east side at a fabulous bar and then an amazingly good meat restaurant but the combo of cocktails, 5-6 hours top sleep over 48+ hours saw me a little worse for wear. I did however, keep myself (mostly) pretty, and managed to get home, take my make up off, get into my jammie’s and pass out quietly (well it was quietly in my head) next to Mrs W.
We woke early, I spoke to Rob at home, did some reading, drank some water and made each other feel better with funny stories about how funny and fabulous we are, and then promptly fell back asleep for 3 more hours. We eventually got out the door, down the road for some breakfast to a place recommended by the woman who lives here. And not just any place…
A DINER! Only THE thing that I have wanted to do my entire life – eat in an American diner. And not just ANY diner – The Comfort Diner. I needed comfort in my diner this morning I can assure you.
It was just as you would expect it to be. Booths. A bar to sit up at with swivel chairs. Ketchup on the table. I ordered a BLT and Mrs Woog had the grilled cheese. With bacon.
How much fun does Milkshake Madness sound like?!
That coke was the best coke that ever did exist. Ever. SO much ice. And free refills. God Bless America.
I smashed that BLT, those fries, that coke but I didn’t have the stomach for some pie. If they served pie that is. I bet they did. I’ll be back for that pie…