"The fox knows many things, but the hedgehog knows one big thing."


Glenn Reynolds:

Barack Obama:
"Impossible to transcend."

Albert A. Gore, Jr.:
"An incontinent brute."

Rev. Jeremiah Wright:
"God damn the Gentleman Farmer."

Friends of GF's Sons:
"Is that really your dad?"

Kickball Girl:
"Keeping 'em alive until 7:45."

Hired Hand:
"I think . . . we forgot the pheasant."

I'm an
Alcoholic Yeti
in the
TTLB Ecosystem

Monday, November 13, 2006

Chow Mein

“Don’t they just have Chow Mein?”

“They have everything, I’m sure.”

I scowled; the neon sign in the window said CHOW MEIN. For some reason I thought that was all they had. The kitchen made a cubic ton once a week and sold it by the bucket. You’d walk in and say “half bucket,” there would be a clanking of machinery, and the horrid phlegmy rattle of the Mein splorging down the chute into your pail.

Who Else?

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