We took Dad to Scott’s Seafood for Father’s Day yesterday. Dinner with my family usually means plenty of food.
On the floor.
See?
Looks like SOMEbody didn’t believe the waiter’s claim that the tomatoes were salmonella-free, and didn’t have the GUTS to just leave it on the plate.
My contribution is that little bite of filet mignon – I had an incident out the gate with my fork and my first or second bite. But I saved the fork from starring in this picture.
Oh sure, I could have shown you the prettier side of Scott’s on the river, like this:
or this:
but we didn’t have that fabulous view. And besides, that serenity thing…it’s not really me, or what I’m about.
I’m about the food on the floor at table twelve next to the kitchen.
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