
A couple of weeks ago I was waiting on line at a brunch place called Cafe Colonial with some friends. We were excited at first, because this normally crowded place had no line.
But then we waited... and waited...
It was a surreal situation for New York. Everyone in the entire place was lounging, half were still eating and half were just relaxing and taking their sweet time. Nobody was leaving! It felt like we were in a foreign country. Thirty minutes into it and I wanted to shake some of these people and say 'Hey you ****ers, don't you know we're in New York!!'
At one point one of my friends noticed the guy above and he became the epitome of the entire restaurant for us. Planted there for at least the entire time that we were waiting, with only an espresso and glass of water, reading The Secret Lives of Great Filmmakers. I have never felt more hatred towards a man in my life.
And then we got seated, and the food was really good :)
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