The Eatsdropper has to meet Nana for Shake-N-Bake
You know the drill — keep those overheard items coming to eatsdropper-at-seantimberlake-dot-com.
Little Girl: "Mom, why are they called beefsteak tomatoes?"
Mom: "Because they’re the eggs laid by cows."
Little Girl: "Nuh-uh!" *pause* "Really?"
Mom: "Yes, now put away that sugar cereal and grab the oatmeal. We have to meet Nana for Shake-N-Bake."
Man enters, eyeing the pork cuts available.
Dave Evans (farmer):
"Would you like a cut?"
Customer: "No
thanks, I’m Jewish."
– Eatsdropped by Jen at Marin Sun Farms booth
Girlfriend, tasked with getting the largest free-range roaster, after being shown a gigantic 8-1/2 pound bird:
"Do you have anything bigger than this?"
Meat counter guy (deadpan):
"Yeah, they’re called turkeys."
– Eatsdropped by Bruce at New Seasons Market (Portland, OR)
Man, speaking to two female companions:
"That funkiness is the reason I like Pinot Noir. Some wines are just so pretty."
– Eatsdropped by Tea at Della Fattoria Cafe‘s Friday night dinner
Scraggly guy walking along sidewalk, to diner at outside table: "Excuse
me, man, what day is today — Tuesday? Wednesday? Friday?"
Diner: "Monday."
Guy: "Monday…?"
– Eatsdropped by yours truly at Cafe deStijl
One year ago today … stupa dupa!
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But if he’s Jewish, hasn’t he already had a cut?
Ouch — of course the same thing occurred to me. It’s that onionskin complexity that makes it so deliciously torrid.
This isn’t worthy of an eatsdropper feature, but I was in a fried chicken place yesterday (Harlem Original Chicken)…I asked if they had grilled chicken and the lady points to a pile of fried chicken and says its fat free – with a straight face!
I like the new header!