Monday, July 16, 2007

I love me some Blueberry Pie

We had dinner last night, and on the desert board I saw that they had Blueberry Pie. I told the waiter, 'I sure would like some of that' but needless to say, they were out. I had been thinking about that blueberry pie for my entire meal.

So we leave the place and start to head home thru the East Village, planning on stopping at a few of the bakeries. None have the pie. There was a crazy foaming at the mouth guy at one bakery who volunteered that he used to pick blueberries as a child. I looked him in the eye and said 'I just want some blueberry pie dude, I don't care what you used to do' and started for the exit. He responded with 'thanks for the compliment.' Whatever, freak.

I was a man on a mission.

When we got home, we started calling around to diners and found a place a few blocks from my house. Yes, The Gramercy Cafe had the pie! We were on our way.

I could end my weekend a happy man. I sure do love me some Blueberry Pie.

1 comment:

Commonplace said...

I like pie.

I also like to kill deer.