Al's Good Food and BiPolar Waitress

After a week of Cambodian, Indian, Mexican, and Thai food, it was time for a good old all-American breakfast. And so we went to our favorite breakfast place, "Al's Good Food". Except for the spectacular fresh-squeezed orange juice, the food is not anything special (standard diner fare). But the atmosphere is unique, mostly because of one waitress, Bobby. She has blazing red hair and the stereotypical attitude that comes with red heads. She must have worked at Al's for at least 60 years. Probably more. Her sister works at the cash register.

The first time we visited she was downright rude to us. We swore we'd never go back, but somehow found ourselves there a few weeks later (It's a block from our house and there is never ever a wait). The second time she was all "honey" and "sweetie" and "doll" with us while taking our order. We have come to recognize the violently sliding scale of her moods. Martin attributes it to whether or not she has taken her meds on a given morning. Sometimes she will grouch and bark at us and pretend like she has never heard of "sunny side up" eggs. Other times she will bless Peter and give us both a free extra helping of eggs. It's restaurant roulette, and it has become our regular weekend entertainment. The bus boys, who all look like they just got out of prison, call her "ma" and run to do her bidding. This morning was special because "Al" himself graced our table with his presence, to flirt with Jana. It was a sight to see.

In the mean time, I have found a new way to get attention. I have cleverly removed my collar and hidden it somewhere in the house. It is driving Erika crazy because she can't find it anywhere. Heh heh.

Today is a special day because it is Papi George's Birthday! Happy Birthday Dad! He celebrated by eating an incredible lunch at a one-star restaurant. When Erika called to wish him happy birthday, he was taking a break and getting ready for the next meal (aperatifs). Such is life in the south of France...