It’s a shame you’re caught up at work and not able to meet me for outside beers at Rembrandt’s. It’s the first legit nice day of spring and the ladies wasted no time in digging out their cut off shorts.
Me? I’m outside by myself eating truffle Mac and cheese. I’m washing it down with a Hennepin. I’m trying to keep my composure.
Dining alone is already weird to some people. Dining alone while quietly singing Boyz 2 Men “I’ll make love to you” might seem extra weird. But only to people that have never eaten this Mac. I don’t know how anyone can get through a serving of this without losing their shit in one way or another.