During my review of Joule Coffee, I talked about this look that my friend Nikki has. I’ve come to recognize it, over the past 10+ years as her- “Really, Missy?” look. I’ve seen it a few times. There was the time that I dyed my hair black in college, the time I eloped in Vegas,…
The waitress hands me a spork. “What’s that for?” Nikki asks. “Oh, it’s for the grits,” I explain, placing it carefully next to my knife. “But I’m not using it. I think sporks and spoons are disgusting.” Nikki sighs, with a hint of amusement, and says: “Of course you do.”