Ernesto D.
Yelp
Amazing scotch egg!
I haven't had a good one for a long time and this really did the trick. It reminded me of a summer a long time ago, I was working at a beachfront resort in Scotland when I overheard this woman, a regular named Dahlia. She leans back in the pool chair, adjusts her straw, and crosses her feet, then motions to Schmidty for some more shade, spinning her finger in the air. "I was working then," she says to a semi-circle of friends, "Working in a factory--can you believe it? Gawd, it was terrible. Well--mostly terrible. Daddy said it would make me appreciate a hard day's work. And I wanted to tell him that I would appreciate he not interfere in my business. I was nineteen. I had other prospects for the summer. Besides, it's not like I needed the money. Anyway--so there I was making sure the labels went on straight at the cannery when out of nowhere this thick steak of a man comes and replaces the girl at the station beside me. He smelled like cedar and cigarettes. Hey, he said to me with this sexy chin dip. Hey, I said back. Christ, he was handsome. So, we do this Hey thing back and forth for a few weeks and I'm beginning to think he's as thick as he looks, But finally one afternoon when the shift ended. He caught up to me in the parking lot and said, Hey, I think you're pretty. Gawd, I know I'm pretty, I said back. Haven't you got anything else to say? I swear he had to think about it for a whole minute. Want to go out on Saturday night? he said in this low goofy voice. I felt sorry for him really, so I did. And then I did it again and again. The why's and how's? Well, you can imagine, can't you? But Jesus, it was a painfully long courtship. He couldn't take a hint if you stuck it between his eyes. I would've given up if he weren't so goddamn good-looking. Ten years later--we're still married. Sh sh sh, never mind here he comes now--Hey love!"