Charlotte York and I met up for brunch at a Southern-style restaurant that serves a mean Sunday buffet yesterday. I gobbled up some fried chicken, biscuits and gravy, scrambled eggs, a few potatoes and grits! I fully intended to shove more food in my mouth, but we ended up engrossed in conversation for more than two hours, during which time we received several carafes of water and a few reminders from the waitress that we hadn't paid yet.
It was great catching up with Charlotte York and I'm proud of my own restraint at the buffet line. Not filling my tummy certainly made for a better workout afterward, but a missed opportunity when you consider the value proposition of a buffet.
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