If your divorce papers aren’t signed or you still live with your girlfriend, don’t ask me out.
Id rather drink blood than see Fiona Apple. No more asking.
There is something disturbing and lovely about a stoop-sitting stranger holding my dog’s face and looking her in the eye to say I love you.
New restaurants that are deafeningly loud and new concepts billing itself as approachable? A loud restaurant isn’t approachable, it’s off-putting. Are restaurants making up for it with straightforward fare that requires no explanation?
The staff at Blind Dog is dancing behind the counter. Each has a repetitive Charlie Brown move: the head bob, the running in place, the hand shake. The song is Take On Me. Funny stuff.