shit i’m too black for: french toast
so i went to this cute ass little bistro right? i was just chilling. no biggie. i was hungry. it’s cold outside. i had nothing better to do and well, i wasn’t really paying for the meal so i took advantage of an amazing situation. i mean i was, but the money was a gift.
i decided to order some shit that looked really good: banana french toast with carmelized walnuts and bananas and some special topping and i was like YAYYY sweet and tasty for the win.
And then it came and the portions were like, really big. and i thought, hmmm. i can’t eat all of this.
it was tasty now, don’t get me wrong.
But when I got the tab I was like…wait a minute. Did I lowkey just purchase a $15 dish of some fucking bread? Like. This is some white people shit. French toast is legitimately a white dish. It’s BREAD. It ain’t shit BUT bread. No eggs. No side orders. The MEAL was the french toast.
I tipped the waiter heavily though because I knew he was trying to give me the D and he was cute and his hipster glasses went nice with his wavy strawberry blonde hair. Although when I write it down, strawberry blonde hair makes him sound gay.
But he wasn’t though.
Anyway,
I paid this much money for some fucking bread. I coulda dipped my Sara Lee in some eggs at home for free, shit. Times is hard.
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