I ordered a breakfast sandwich from the Summit Diner the other day, specifying "with muenster cheese and sausage". Once on the highway I found myself eating a sausage sandwich with mustard. At least it was Gulden's.
If you want to wade slowly into that pool, order a margarita at Chipolte first.
I'd stick with potato salad.
Even the mice are hunchbacked.
When the last of the Oompah-Loompahs are being tallied up, let me know.
Washington is Hollywood for really ugly people.
Asbury Park won't become a playground for the rich as long as there are a couple blocks worth of half finished concrete pillars with rusty rebar sticking out of them across the street from the Stone Pony. This, and the previous steel skeleton structure that occupied the same spot for 20yrs last decade, will ensure that the spirit and soul of Asbury Park remain, and Lily Pulitzer will stay away.
I assume it was a P-Mobile phone.
Nothing shakin on leafy street.
I paid 5 dollars for two cigarettes outside a bar late last Saturday night.