This past weekend, we had our annual trip down to Savannah for the GMEA Conference. Man...it sure was a good time :) We tried to go to Paula Deen's restaurant again (The Lady and Sons') but once again, we did not make it in. There was a two hour wait, and we had a seminar to attend. So I'm thinking about writing her a letter. It'll be something like this:
Dear Paula Deen,
My name is Grace. I've been trying to eat at your restaurant the past 5 times I've been to Savannah, and I have yet to walk through the front door because of the wait. This is terribly upsetting because I am a big fan of your show, and I would like to try your food. Please come to my house and cook for me.
Love, Grace
PS: It would be great if you could cook something that didn't involve so much butter. My dad has high blood pressure and my sister thinks that she needs to have her gall bladder removed.
2 comments:
PPS.
Grace dosn't appreciate you. Come to Ithaca and cook for me. I'll eat anything that you can fit in my belly.
double love,
Victor
Dear Paula.
I don't see what the big deal is. Patrick and I got in to eat after, like, five minutes. And by the way, your chicken is ok, but you ain't all that.
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