I got to work today and the boss said, "I thought you were supposed to be off today." I told her I'd go home if she wanted me to, but alas, I stayed. Roy was alone again. Lord knows what trouble he caused...
I didn't eat lunch today, so I was starving when I got home. We couldn't decided what we wanted to eat but Roy was pretty adamant about one thing--"no more chili." Hmmm...Chicken? But will it be Roscoe's or Zankou? We flipped a nickel. Jefferson meant Roscoe's; Montecello meant Zankou. And the winner is...
I hadn't been there for a while, but it hasn't changed since last time. We were greeted at the door by a voice made for the blues and shown to a table in the corner. We both ordered the same thing--fried chicken and waffles.
I ordered a side of grits. Mmm, buttery goodness.
It was delicious. Roy was a happy and well-fed nephew.
Both of us too full to do much else, we settled in for a movie--one of my favorites--Leon.
"Dis is from...Mathilda."