Dear Clinton Street Bakery,
Shame on me for ordering something to go off your sidewalk sandwich board while I was out walking my dog without first checking the price, but extra double shame on you for charging fifteen fucking dollars for a vanilla buttermilk waffle. Granted, it came with delicious fresh fruit and was a good waffle, but even if it had been the best waffle to ever grace the taste buds of a human being it still wouldn't have been worth fifteen fucking dollars. Goddamn! I know—believe me, I know—New York is expensive but c'mon, by anyone's standards fifteen fucking dollars for a waffle is ridiculous.
Boo,
Lia
