The Do-Me couple ordering style went something like this: "Let's see, I'll do the grilled portobello mushroom sandwich and my wife will do the endive and walnut salad with bleu cheese vinaigrette."
It was all we waiters could do, to not roll on the floor laughing our fannies off.
I don't know why it was so funny, maybe because said couple was so eponymously New York fabulous or maybe just the notion of doing one's food. Or maybe we were just young and fabulous ourselves and loved life and laughter.
Whatever the reason, last night my stomach was growling and I thought I'd do me an old-fashioned grilled cheese sandwich, the perennial favorite of my son and his best friend forever. It was round about midnight when I pulled out the Kraft deli select singles, the Hellman's, the butter and a loaf of potato bread.
I did me a midnight snack and with a full belly and a satisfied grin, I went to bed.