<sigh>
my meal at waffle house today made me remember this... I almost repeated it word for word to the lady.

"The eggs are not good. Its normally a moot point at the a la carte price of $2.95. I love eggs. I love 'em fried, scrambled, soft-boiled, florentine. These I didn't like. So who do we blame - the hen or the cook? I speak not only for myself but aficionados of the dish, is to be fried, with a crisp exterior. I do not say this phrase lightly, in this hallowed place: This is fucking inedible."

<sigh>
my meal at waffle house today made me remember this... I almost repeated it word for word to the lady.

"The eggs are not good. Its normally a moot point at the a la carte price of $2.95. I love eggs. I love 'em fried, scrambled, soft-boiled, florentine. These I didn't like. So who do we blame - the hen or the cook? I speak not only for myself but aficionados of the dish, is to be fried, with a crisp exterior. I do not say this phrase lightly, in this hallowed place: This is fucking inedible."