I once embarrassed myself and the waitress at Granita. Without putting too fine a point on it, it involved breasts. Who then proceeded to bring a giant bread basket to the table after I’d eaten the said breast and thus couldn’t mop up my jus, as a subtle pass/agress punishment. I could have died.
I once embarrassed myself and the waitress at Granita. Without putting too fine a point on it, it involved breasts. Who then proceeded to bring a giant bread basket to the table after I’d eaten the said breast and thus couldn’t mop up my jus, as a subtle pass/agress punishment. I could have died.