snort... okay, never mind the addendum on the last comment I left you. you're cheekiness is still working just fine. love ya bill.

That was hilarious! I want to go out for dinner with you guys sometime! (and sit at your table, not sit somewhere else...)

Oh, god, that description of the steamy hot and squooshy dog vomit even though the 35 layers of lumberjack paper towels... Oh my god, that was the most accurate description.

It kind of made my hair stand up.

I sense some hostility towards chili mac-and-cheese, here...have you always felt this way about chili mac-and-cheese or is this a new thing? Or was it simply this restaurant's version of the dish? Is it the combination of the two dishes- chili and macaroni and cheese that you dislike? Do you like these dishes separately?

What did your mother feed you when you were a child?

(Bill. Why'd you order gumbo in OHIO?!?)

There is nothing like a crock of steamy dog vomit on a cold winters day!

Be sure to tell Stacey she's in my thoughts and prayers today...

Squooshy

I love the word. So sensual, so tactile.

You are a hoot, guy!

Tell Stacey I'm glad she's OK.

We didn't have all your fun in a restaurant this weekend, but we did have the brat from he!! two tables over who threw his food, his mother's, and his grandmother's on the floor, screamed incessantly, hit the guy at the next table with the cup he threw, all while his mother was trying to "explain" his bad behavior to him. I'd have explained it--with my hand.