A photographic record of my routine disappointment on Sunday mornings.
London first up, 'Frisco following.
Bacon or fat, sir?
Banger or a nice low-fat chicken weener...?
Barn egg or bleached egg...?
and DUDE, WHERE'S MY BEANS?!
Oh bollocks, I've become that bloke.
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Londoner living and working in San Francisco....strategic planner at an ad agency... http://jonnyeye.typepad.com/maninapanic/
My first yankie fry-up confused me no end. I ask for sausages, the waitress perkily offers "links or patties?". Er. . . in what way do those two words relate to sausages?
Posted by: coyote-37 | Wednesday, January 18, 2006 at 09:17 AM