Smothered Country Fried Chicken? OK, if you insist…
Him: Will you let me take you out for your birthday?
Me: It’s fine, you don’t have to.
Him: You say that every year; I insist.
Besides a quiet dinner with the wife, didn’t really *do* anything for my birthday.
It’s funny. I have some friends who never acknowledge my birthday at all – but insist that I go out to celebrate theirs. I’m always cutting those friends.
Others call, text, or email, which is really good enough. A few others send cards, which is really nice. Then I have one or two that want to take me out or something. For those people, I just don’t want them to go out of their way.
But my buddy Paul dangled the promise of some smothered country fried chicken and cheesy grits in my hood. How could I say no?
So last week, Paul, his girl, and I went to eat at Jacob’s Pickles around the way. Thee wife was working on a last minute project so that meant more southern food for me.
We all chatted for a bit and caught up before we headed back downtown.
One of life’s more satisfying moments is a nice dinner out with close friends.
Cheesy grits and smothered country fried chicken don’t hurt either.
Location: getting ready to meet a client at Columbus Circle
Music: I watch the people go shuffling downtown
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