In my attempts to embellish my literary career, I tried to become a member of a New York City Society, a part of the scene, a scene that has since past. For the City's advancement has been kicked in the rear, a Society caught off guard.
Join Ed and Eddie down the shore as they dine with family at a boardwalk restaurant. Experience this documentary (an abridged verbatim narrative) as father and son banter their real concerns and whoas.
Ed clops about town through Old Country and New Attitude neighborhoods searching for sounds and beef rib platters, which includes (taking) two sides (with options) and cornbread. Measure up the slow [food] movement expedited patiently--a testimonial worth testifying--waiting pound for pound.
There is something to be said about desiring the repetitive experience. In particular, the time-honored experience (such as the meal) has served as a means to build relationships, to share tradition: a state of satiety, a foundation for future generations to extol.
POEMS: Trident True; Breakfast in Bed-N-Breakfast FOODSTUFF LISTING: Eggs and Bacon