Pan Fried, bitch!

The title would be what I was thinking when I was sitting at the diner having breakfast this morning, and overhead a peculiar question.

This woman was sitting at the booth just across from me with her son. She was facing me. I'm guess mid-thirties to early forties, brown skinned Black woman. Fairly attractive, in all honesty. But then I heard it, as she was talking to the waitress...

"How are the pan fries?"

Huh?

You're at a diner. They call them "greasy spoons" for a reason. Just what are you expecting? Not that the food should be inedible but damn, that question made me think that she doesn't really eat at diners often, and maybe she shouldn't. It might just disappoint her.

I could imagine the cook saying "Uhhh, pan fried?" My personal response leans towards the title of this post.

Just sayin...