Where the streets have no name

Coffee shop conversation (Actually, this happened in Cafe Lalo, yes yes, the same coffee shop as in the movie "You've got mail" and currently its my neighbourhood coffeshop .....only nothing romantic this time, in fact quite the opposite)

Around midnight...

CrazyDiamond: sigh Coffee
AR(Roommate) : Coffee sigh
AR to waitress: Could we also have a Creme brûlée?
CD: ..... What?..anyway...

Coffee and Creme brûlée arrives....

CD: dude! its freakin heart shaped.
AR: yes, but its crispy on the outside.
CD: ........
(much nervous looking is done to see if hot waitress does not feel I much prefer same sex to the opposite)...

After a bite and few hmmmm's

AR: how'd you like it
CD: I like I like
AR: But its heart shaped
CD: yes, but its crispy on the outside
AR: .........

Comments

Renovatio said…
Crispy on the outside, with a soft creamy inside. See, I'm not the only one who talks about food.
September 27, 2007 at 4:09 AM
CrazyDiamond said…
hehe....but I don't go from macho in the club to metrosexual in the kitchen....hats off to you on that.
September 27, 2007 at 8:38 AM
Mystique said…
aaah...ze shift of ze thought...
September 28, 2007 at 8:54 AM
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