Gourmet Ghetto - Berkeley, CA
Cormac M. | Author | Lost in the chaparral, NM
The old man sat there reading the menu with sagely focus. It was the strangest menu he’d ever seen. A waitress festooned in face jewelry and wearing clownish rags appeared at his tableside. When he looked up she was staring at him intently.
What are you grateful for today? she said.
Well mam, I am grateful for many things given my advanced years and predilection for drink and gambling and the like, but if I had to choose well I guess that would have to be my Colt three fifty seven magnum. Lots of fellas using these new semi automatics, but I’d like to see one of them peashooters put a wadcutter through a engine block.
She stood there staring. He coughed loudly and made a sound like he was gargling broken glass. He pulled out his handkerchief and spat in it.
I’d be mighty grateful for some steak and eggs too.