I genuinely hate all of those chain restaurants. Friday’s, Applebees, Chilis, etc etc. It could be due to working in places like that for the better part of both college and high school, but it’s more about the lack of actual enjoyment of the food. This is why I grimaced at the suggestion of going there “ironically” with this hipster cutie from Williamsburg. I met her on Okcupid, and her user name was cute enough. Playing with the whole “band you’ve never heard of” idea for a user name, I knew I was in trouble. She tried her best to be quirky, but quirkiness is an inner quality that you can’t just try to be. It comes from the deepest depths of the soul. She ordered the Potato Skins and had an extremely suspicious sincere smile on while eating them. I just waved off the food, because I really couldn’t stomach it. So I sat with my fairly fair priced Pilsner of Winter Lager pretending to listen to her talk about Architecture in Helsinki, and this quaint little book shop she discovered…while she actually got my interest with the book shop.
I stole half of her Brownie Obsession and hoped that she would not have similar feelings towards me.
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