My granddaughter is begging me to take her to the “Wapple House”. She refuses to call it anything else, even though she is 11 years old. She wants to go and see all of her friends (the wait staff) and have lots of sausage!
I sure hope her sausage isn’t like the sausage I got the other day — plastered flat and crisp in the middle and crusty on the outside.
By the way, does she still eat “white butter” on her bagels?