Went to Sunday brunch for LP’s birthday today at Diablo Royale. Good brunch deal of cinammon chips, entree and cheese grits for $11 — I had the Chipotle burger with diablo fries which were really delicious. Of course I’m always the last to finish my meal, and by finish I mean I’ve only eaten half my burger and half my fries and a bite of my grits, when everyone else at the table is already done with their meal. I don’t know why I’m so slow at eating considering I grew up in a household where every meal was literally a race because otherwise my dad would eat everything.
Anyway, I digress. I decide rather than making everyone else watch me finish the rest of my brunch over the next 30 minutes, I should just take it home with me so I have a nice dinner to look forward to. I ask the waitress for a to-go box and I start to pack up my half burger and fries when the waitress tries to take LP’s full plate of grits away. AND YOU KNOW HOW MAD I GET WHEN WAITERS DO THAT.
HEY HEY HEY HEY HEY EXCUSE ME I’M TAKING THAT TOO. And I literally grab it out of her hands and shove the cheese grits into my to-go box. “Okaaaaayyyyyyyyyyyyy……..” mumbles the waitress and I see her rolling her eyes out of the corner of my eyes and I am just like BITCH and leave her a shitty tip. And then I take all the rest of those cinnamon chips with me.
Poverexic in NYC 