Rob and Jerry invited me for breakfast as they learned of a local grill. That sounded way better than leftover pizza! We walked into the ‘Cranky Pants Cafe’ and the guy barked out “What do you want?” Jeffy ordered first, to which Mr. Cranky Pants barked “What do you want to drink?”. When he barked at me, I kind of stumbled…”uhhhhh, same”. He repeated the ritual with Rob. As we munched on… Read More