Birdbrains by Thom Bluemel for February 18, 2018

You stab it, we slab it.

A rather pretentious restaurant in our town serves food up on slates instead of plates. And trust me, you had to pay BIG fro the privilege.

I still prefer my coffee out of a pottery mug.

(LOVE that face at the cave entrance)

There is always a spoiler in the group.

Crass – very crass – eating with his hands. Hmphh.

It’s for serving crow-mignon

I ate at a place that served the food on a hub cap for cars. They did have another plate inside it though!