April 7, 2024
THE REAL STORY OF WHEN E.B. AND TKG BRUNCHED
“TKG, do you like the breakfast burrito that you’re eating while seated here in Egg Cetera conveniently located in Old Town Wichita?”
It wasn’t so much a weird question, but just how he worded it. And why was Wichita By E.B. reading the question from cue cards?
“Yeah. Yeah. E.B.” I snarled as I put my menthol out.
“Listen The Kansas Gastronomist. You see my bill, right? And you have your bill there too, right? Well, we have nearly identical bills and we should definitely coordinate the tip. You know so that neither of us look like idiots in case one of us tips less? You know. Some good ol’ fashioned tip coordination.”
I was taken aback. I’d never heard of such a thing. Was this something that E.B. was making up? What would he do if I refused to coordinate the tip? Would he go to his Ed Heads and cast aspersions upon TKG, and make it out to be as if I were the purveyor of Tip Coordination? Like I was some professional Tip Coordinator?
“Listen E.B. I am writing my tip here and putting my check into this little check holder and handing it to the waiter.” I said as E.B. anxiously watched the waiter scurry away.
My fate was sealed. Ed Head Nation would be coming for me. The only question was…would I survive?
— TKG
FOOD NOTES: I got the chorizo breakfast burrito. It was tasty though I think I still fancy the scrambles that Egg Cetera makes — they are phenomenal. As to the fried potatoes, I’d venture to say that they are some of my favorite in ICT.
