They should call 'em "Crack Bagels" or maybe "Your Dealer Ain't Got Nothin' on These Bagels" or "You Should Prolly Go Ahead & Get a Full Dozen Bagels"

I can't stop thinking about that Asiago bagel I had the other day.

Daaang, y'all.

I lunched (<-- is that a word for real?) with a girlfriend Wednesday at Einstein's because, hi, if I'm in charge of picking a restaurant, I will surely pick one with the most carbs per square foot. And because I've been craving Asiago bagels since, like, birth or something.

I think I have a problem.

So I ordered my turkey sandwich, leaned in a bit to the guy and said as alluringly as possible, "On an Asiago bagel and make sure it's a really good one." And then I winked! WINKED!

He did pick out a good one for me. And it was delicious.

That, my friends, is what is called Having Game*.





*Heh, heh, heh. If you know me at all, then you know I most certainly do not have game. I have whatever is the opposite of game. I think it's called Ability to Make Everyone Uncomfortable by My Awkward Behavior and Social Ineptitude**.


**Wait, no! I mean--that's not--I don't . . . I AM AWESOME! SHUT UP!