New York's culinary scene isn't just competitive, it's cut-throat. Some restaurateurs will do anything to get an edge on their competition, including hiring thought police to rush out onto the street and take orders as soon as someone even thinks the word "breakfast." Unfortunately, the thought police almost always forget to ask "white or wheat?"
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Seeing that they're standing on the sidewalk and not in a restaurant, "what'll it be, honey?" sounds more like a proposition than anything else. However, random red haired lady looks more like a tired mom or unhappy office worker.
Excellent commentary, but wait! Is the entire female population of A3-G New York City a member of the polo-buttoned-to-the-chin cult now?
Cousin/Mama Ruby?? She kind of looked like that... at one point...
The outdoor cafe - or whatever it is - will suffer quite a loss of profits during this week's weather. Stay safe, New Yorkers!
Please, Please, Please can this be the start of a Margo-eating disorder storyline?!
Wow, that breakfast sounds awesome! You can really tell that it's still 1961 in A3G land.
Today's strip was featured/mocked on Comics Curmudgeon, but your post, Maggie, was much funnier! Thanks!
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