Come this way
I like restaurants with pictures of their notable patrons on the wall. No restaurant has ever put me on the wall but I’m not sure I’d want to be if the picture wasn’t black & white with me in huge horn rims with a massive ‘tache.
I like restaurants with pictures of their notable patrons on the wall. No restaurant has ever put me on the wall but I’m not sure I’d want to be if the picture wasn’t black & white with me in huge horn rims with a massive ‘tache.
Oh dear. The bread-related question remains unanswered.
Honestly, this basket of bread feels like a trap.
Those pictures on the wall are actually of very well-known people from the distinguished meteorology field, thankyouverymuch, but I wouldn’t expect Ryan to appreciate all the work that goes into keeping track of prevailing weather patterns. (Humph.)
A dangerously unspecific drink order.
So he will bring everything they got?
Sounds dangerous (for the liver and the wallet).
I wonder if they can make a Zaphod Beeblebrox. I’ve got no idea what’s in it, but I’m willing to believe that when you drink one, you’ll be beside yourself (right, I said it).
Oh shit there’s bread.
I once went to a burrito place that occupied the remains of a presumably famous BBQ joint, and had neglected to remove the previous tenant’s assorted yellowed, lacquered, autographed headshots, leading to an artificially inflated sense of importance. At least until a closer examination revealed the deception.
Ryan’s nervous over-the-shoulder thumbs-up at the reservation actually having been made reveals just how far in over his head he is here.
This can only get better from here, then. Things always just get better when you’re in over your depth, right? …I hope, at least, he can pick out a vintage that he can afford, unless they decide on mixed drinks. In that case (and excuse me; I can’t help), they can fend for themselves.
For a moment I was thinking that the guy with the horn rims was Salvador Allende.
I had pizza in Naples at a place mentioned in “Eat, Pray, Love”. They had a picture of Julia Roberts on the wall (from the film of the book; not having seen the film or read the book, I am guessing this was the “Eat” chapter), and one of Maradona when he played for Naples: a genuine footballing genius, though somewhat rotund, and now I understand why.
Best pizza ever. It’s called L’Antica Pizzeria da Michele; highly recommended, particularly for their hassle-free bread policy.
Thank you kindly. You make me want to go va fa Napoli, to coin a phrase.
Hey, Ryan, just say sonna a formato and all will be well. In fact, both of you should say it. It’s a special phrase that means you hope that everything good and wonderful will come to Mr. Dorado, and he’ll hardly believe that you both are saying it. No, seriously, you both should just tell him sonna a formato, and don’t back down. He’s sure to appreciate it.
Ah, that John Pinette reference though. “We gonna feed you so much you’re going to explode all over the wall!”