I mean, really, isn’t everything better tempura-ized? Keep sending in your flash-fried tidbits to eatsdropper-at-seantimberlake-dot-com.
Manager, setting a plate of pasta in front of woman diner with a flourish:
Woman, wide-eyed, waits until he is out of earshot and whispers to her dining partner:
"I don’t think he said that right."
Jewish BLT eater: "I stabbed my lip with a piece of bacon today. It was so biblical."
– Eatsdropped by Shelly in her home
Diner, to server, pointing to item on menu: "Can you tempura-ize that?"
– Eatsdropped by yours truly at Eiji
One year ago today … I confessed my infidelity to you. But don’t worry. It’s over between us now.