A couple of days ago I decided to head west on Pico to find something new to eat. I found this sausage place and figured I haven't had a Brot in a wile. So I ordered and waited. Then I waited some more. Then some more just to dispel the notion that I wasn't waiting.
45 Min later my food was ready and I was hungry. I grab my tray and head outside to eat and watch the passing motorists exercise there honking muscle and flip each other off.
A kid walks out past me and sits at a table almost six feet away. I didn't take much notice.
"I don't feel to good."
The kid proceeds to lean forward and start barfing. This kid barfed like he just drank a 40 oz of rye. It didn't end there. His mother pushed him toward the curb and for the next very few min he tries to heave his spleen through his mouth- still a mere six feet away.
Suddenly my brot piled high with sauteed onions didn't look so good, but my mouth kept watering.
45 Min later my food was ready and I was hungry. I grab my tray and head outside to eat and watch the passing motorists exercise there honking muscle and flip each other off.
A kid walks out past me and sits at a table almost six feet away. I didn't take much notice.
"I don't feel to good."
The kid proceeds to lean forward and start barfing. This kid barfed like he just drank a 40 oz of rye. It didn't end there. His mother pushed him toward the curb and for the next very few min he tries to heave his spleen through his mouth- still a mere six feet away.
Suddenly my brot piled high with sauteed onions didn't look so good, but my mouth kept watering.
yikes. Did you eat it?