over the weekend a friend and i visited GRUB in hollywood. it's in an old house on a little residential street. just like the house your aunt critch might live in. if she lived in hollywood. and painted her walls yellow and her chairs green and hung little lights everywhere. and never took down her christmas decorations. and rolled out a purple welcome mat and said, "come on in y'all!"
i wasn't in the mood for breakfast. so i didn't. i lunched instead. it was good.
lewis shared her crack bacon with me. no, that's really what they call it. if you go and order some you'll know why.
we ate our grub and yacked about future roadtrips across the continental divide. and stared out the window. content in each other's company. on a gray saturday in february.