This morning, I dragged my ass out of bed at 7 AM and discovered that we had neither milk nor orange juice. Since we did have coffee, I was cool, but I knew that herself would want to be fed eventually. So I suggested we dine out for breakfast. I admit I was thinking Eat'NPark. But she had the brilliant idea of going to the Square Cafe in Regent Square.
We had been there before to catch the luminous Eve Goodman perform, but only sampled some of the hummus and beverages. So anyway, I called to determine their breakfast serving hours (all day) and lo and behold, guess who answers the phone? Gab Bonesso, the comedy chick we met the other day when we went to see John McIntire perform at the Funny Bone.
Its obviously a cool place to work because Gab, Autumn Ayers and a few other friendly employees all took turns waiting on us (and making us laugh). Let me just tell you that the waffles have this secret ingredient (orange juice) that make them taste like something right out of an episode of The Waltons. Before Grandma had her stroke and she made huge country breakfasts for the entire clan in her tidy little homemade dress ... I bet she put some of The Recipe in those waffles. All we ever had as chez Kerr were the Eggo kind, actually the generic version of Eggos. My grandmother was more of a Shredded Wheat and prune juice for breakfast kind of gal. Since she's 90 now and never had a stroke like Grandma Walton, I guess there's something to be said for Shredded Wheat. But I digress ...
Anyway, being waited on by creative artisty people is much more fun than your typical slack jawed yinzerette with a permanent cigarette droop to her lip and a snarl that makes you think twice before asking for something on the side. Like the chick at Soho last week (PrideFest nonetheless) who accidentally threw honey mustard all over Ledcat and MY PURSE. It was an accident, but it took 13 minutes for her to get us a wet cloth. In the meantime, I unrolled 13 sets of silverware from 5 surrounding tables to use the cloth napkins. Which seemed to displease her. I hope she delivered a baby in that 13 minutes because I cannot imagine what would be more important than removing honey mustard from your customers. So like a good lesbian, I spoke to the manager but to my credit I left her a really big tip b/c I know it was HIS fault for her being harried. But I digress again ....its like 99 degrees up here in the Correspondents computer lair so forgive me.
Anyway, next Friday at the Square Cafe you have the opportunity to catch both Gab and Autumn performing LIVE. and you can have some of the delish hummus. Or a real meal which is what we plan to do ...possibly you can have OJ infused waffles. But I'm not making any promises since i don't actually work there. I am fairly sure you can make it through the evening without being dipped in honey mustard, but then again you might like that so ...
You must, however, promise to laugh at the abortion jokes.
Well the Correspondents are off in pursuit of sno-cones from Gus and Yaya ...
8 PM Friday June 30 Square Cafe --- A Homo-Affirming Business ... be there and be square ... god I sound like McIntire now .... it really is the heat ... or maybe they infused my waffles with mimosas ...
