A restaurant for wimps
“I was born in a hatbox on a train in the past, when there were dining cars and menus and bud vases and chaperones and dandies. I was born as sweet as that and if I am too sweet for your tastes then just clamp your mouth shut and spin on your heels. I can’t add sourness to my sap just to fit onto a menu in a restaurant for wimps.” - Jenny Slate
