Sunday, August 29, 2004
Welcome! Serving up wicked dishes of commentary about life and the obstacles it can throw at you. Sometimes our plates are full, sometimes our order is wrong, sometimes what we want isn't on the menu. We can almost never send it back because the chef will come running out, dirty and bloodied apron hanging from his thick sweaty neck, butcher knife in hand; so we are forced to accept what we have in front of us.
