what i want more than anything though, is a place where they would serve up massive hot breakfasts with lots of fried greasy bits (but not burnt black bits, like sam vimes prefers) and middle-aged waitresses who would call me hunny while they pour the coffee. this is curious for when i was in charlottesville i used to wake up craving rolls and cold cuts, and would then go off to the dining hall for disgusting fried bits of grease.
thrice have i tried to bring home a quesadilla from boca grande which is only four blocks away, and not once have i succeeded. always do i eat it all before i get home. if they gave it to me in a plastic bag with handles this might be a different story, but what they do is to shove a hot quesadilla in a brown paperbag and i have to walk home clutching the thing right under my nose. the third time i made it onto oxford and mellen, but the grease soaked through the paper so i thought it wisest to make the best of it there and then.