Bizarre weekend. Champagne brunch this morning....glorious! Except....
At the bananas foster table, this eighty year old woman asked the 15 year-old dude in a chef's hat working there if she could have an omelet.
10 minutes later we're sitting at our table munching away when we hear some dishes crash to the floor in the "OMELET ZONE." We thought it was just a plate that had crashed, but when we passed by the said "zone," who did we see on the stairs clutching her hip? GRANDMA OMELET! Surrounding her not only was shattered dreams (not to mention a shattered hip) and porcelain, but her dear omelet.
She should have ordered the foster...in the STAIR-FREE area.