English breakfast at Kupersmith
Y’know Mint, you just don’t get it, do you.
Megan and I went down to Brighton Beach today and stopped at M & I International. Sausage, fat, and smoked fish.
Eating at a French restaurant, sitting next to a table of French people. Guess that’s how you know it’s real.
Happy Birthday was sung at the opposing table. Someone said cha-cha-cha at the beat and someone cried and the rest raised their glasses.
The French were not amused.