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?"
thanks, I’m Jewish."
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."
Man, speaking to two female companions:
"That funkiness is the reason I like Pinot Noir. Some wines are just so pretty."
Scraggly guy walking along sidewalk, to diner at outside table: "Excuse
me, man, what day is today — Tuesday? Wednesday? Friday?"
– Eatsdropped by yours truly at Cafe deStijl
One year ago today … stupa dupa!