Wes and I went to a painfully chic restaurant last night and the special was "Divers scallops with truffled grits and baby bok choy." I immediately thought of this (FF to 3:18):
Or as Miss Daisy said, "On Forsyth Street we only had meat once a week. We made a meal off of grits and gravy." You still can, ma'am, only now it costs $30.00.
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One can take the Olney Boy and plop him in the middle of Manhattan. However, one simply cannot stop that Olney Boy from gasping and rolling his eyes at fancy-schmancy food, served in artfully presented itsy-bitsy portions at breathtakingly high prices. Give Olney Boy in the Big City a slab of meatloaf and some gooey (hell, even from a box!) mac and cheese, and he is HAPPY!
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