Troubadour Snackbarwatch: It Is Not A Snackbar. It Is Not A Bookstore. It Is A SOUL KITCHEN.
By Ryan - Thursday September 20th 2007
Spotted last night @ Clap Your Hands Say Not Quite Sold Out. The discovery floored me. Moments later I would be accosted by a chef in white, asking me if I’d prefer the hummus plate or the giant Hebrew National. Verbatim dialogue:
ME: I want both man. I want the juiced sausage, but split LONG WAYS – in four parts – for all four of us. On top of the hummus.
CHEF IN WHITE: We can do that.
ME: You can slice it the long way? The LONG way?
CHEF IN WHITE: What the fuck is wrong with you?
Damn, I can’t believe I missed THE SOUL KITCHEN last nite! This sausage talk is making me sad
Ryan, why must you annoy the Troub staff? Have they wronged you somehow?
Don’t kid yourself, Jenn — I spend way too much money on booze there. They love me! Ask the bartenders
How was the “juiced” sausage?
I didn’t order a damn juiced sausage. Elvis perkins did however. Photo en route
Photo of what, of Elvis Perkins or the sausage?
I’m not asking the bartenders. You’re the resident Troub-botherer, not I. Well… I bother Juli with my frequent faxing, but that’s it.
As promised, more photos – this time courtesy le phone du victor…
chef in white
elvis perkins orders a chilidog from chef
I had a fat weenie as well, that chef has got way too much pep. he recommended i try the mustard with the relish in it because it’s fucking outstanding. he was wrong though, it tasted like crying.