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Edom nomming on a burger from Flat Patties (33 Brattle St, Cambridge).

So yum.

I met the owner sometime in December; it went something like this.

My friend and I walked in on our way home to pick up some napkins for her to blow her nose.
The owner walked up to us and goes, "You guys think you can just use the napkins without buying anything?"
Of course we were caught off guard and profusely apologized. Good thing he was kidding.
He described the process of making the burgers (local beef, home-made buns, etc.) and gave us frozen custard samples (madagascar vanilla-to die for).

You should go there.

I really like it because the burgers aren't too big; they're not a challenge to finish for the average hungry hippo.
Also, they toast their buns. (That's the way I like 'em.)

Love you all,
Steph

So today

I went to the gym.
And then I went to In A Pickle in Waltham (655 Main Street).
It was kind of funny because it was right next to The Elephant Walk (663 Main Street).
The Elephant Walk has little elephants walking together on their window.
But that's not why it was funny.
It was funny because I went to The Elephant Walk for lunch after my many ortho appointments in the past year and a half (yes, after I got those braces tightened), and I never noticed the breakfast joint.

Are you laughing?

I'm not. It stopped being funny when I typed it out.

So at In a Pickle I had the Mexican Omelette, Margo had the Western, and Kristi had a chocolate chip and banana pancake with oatmeal.

I enjoyed their homefries slightly more than the one's at Mel's 310 Commonwealth Road. In retrospect, I enjoyed them much more than the ones at Mel's, because Mel's replaced their regular homefries with some thinly cut potatoes that makes me sad. But their banana crumble makes up for it.

You know what made us upset though? There were six people that came after us that got seated before our group of 3.

Like, we were hungry.
You know that feeling you get when you have 3rd lunch, but you usually have 1st lunch, so your body thinks it'll get food in at 10:14, but you actually don't get any until 11:28?
Yeah. That.

But that fact was ameliorated by the fact they gave us legit butter, not the single serving kind in tiny plastic thingys.
I love butter.

Also, props to Margo and Kristi for whipping me into shape (literally at the gym, and having me update the GG blog).

Things I Hate

Those of you that were lucky enough to have Mr. Banker for Honors American Lit last year remember the end of the year speech. The speeches were our last assignment for the year, about 5 minutes worth of time to say anything you wanted to; to share, to explore, to ponder, to expose, to vent, etc.
Of course I chose to vent.
And of course, I talked about the things I hate.
This is a growing (and extensive) list of things that irk me, to things that I vehemently abhor. They ranged from body odor (seriously, CVS has deodorant for $5 a pop) to Jew jokes (though I find Asian jokes hilarious.)
But you know what I really hate?
Food élitists.

I don't hate them necessarily. I just highly dislike them, and occasionally want to punch them in the face when I meet an especially arrogant one.
Hear me out.
By "food élitist" I mean people that refuse to eat at diners, fast food joints, street carts, unlabeled hole-in-the-wall restaurants because it's not "good enough" for them.
These are not people that choose not to eat at these places due to "health concerns" and "lack of décor". These people are more concerned with the price of the menu.
What the hell?