I have reviewed this cheapster steepster many times. Today’s experience was interesting. I caught hints of leather. I have no idea what was different. Nothing on my end that I am aware. No matters, I enjoyed 1 1/2 cups. The waitress was talking with my wife and kind of poured decaf into my first cup. She was embarrassed. I was amused. It made my morning seeing how quickly she scrambled to get another cup on the table.
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Hubby and I have decided that becoming recognizable “regulars” at plain ol’ diners is a sign of middle-agedness.
I think it is worse than middle-agedness. Of course the bright side is you don’t have to order, they just bring it to you. I kind of feel like Norm. Everybody knows my name.
Hubby and I have decided that becoming recognizable “regulars” at plain ol’ diners is a sign of middle-agedness.
I think it is worse than middle-agedness. Of course the bright side is you don’t have to order, they just bring it to you. I kind of feel like Norm. Everybody knows my name.