OK, I know that this is my third trip to The Modern. I don't care. The experience has always been great, its close to my house and it was snowing like a mofo. This time I swore that I wasn't going to be derailed in my quest for the pot roast. I was focused. No specials today for cute waitresses to sell me on... perfect. I went in with a mission, goddamnit. Gimme my fucking pot roast.
And my wine, for fuck's sake.
3 comments:
Can you order it to go and bring it to me? Thanks you're a peach.
YUM...you're talkin to a meat and potatoes kinda girl :)
and wine too !!
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