Gee, DAD, the Tribeca Grill sure does look like generic office space to me. How did you get this table on such short notice? Did you just... buy a table and put it here? In the office? Does anyone actually work here? I don't smell food, and the bread basket on the table is filled with crumpled up balls of printer paper. What's for lunch? Is it sugar packets and powdered creamer on a paper plate you found in the break area? I definitely need a drink. Where's that waiter? And why are you wearing a waist apron?
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This reminds me of the commercial where the husband has set up a Mexican restaurant in his house.
I dunno. I'd say Frank just about nailed it!
I haven't been following A3G all that long, but don't recall seeing any actual food--even though Margo orders Tommie to cook dinner, Carol offers to make Jack breakfast, Ari claims to have brought Greek delicacies, and now Margo and her father are pretending to be in a restaurant. does Frank know how to draw people eating?
Nope.
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