The idea spread like wildfire.
You think it's easy? Coming in to the Tavern every day for 12 days in a row? When you have to work, or drive your wife to the airport, or pick up your kids, or just bask on your sunny deck? Well, let me tell you, it is not easy, but did that stop my customers? No, it did not.
I smell a rat.
The new tally is not nearly as interesting. First of all, it's got no odds. Second of all, it's all new and fresh and has no 10-day-old spilled-beer bar patina. Third of all, well, I'm just mad. That was a piece of history, people.
- a tuna sandwich -- update: it was a whole tuna sandwich
- half a cubano, still warm
- tomato soup to die for
- half a beef and rice burrito
- three buckets of clam fritters*
*Esh brought the clam fritters. And sausage pizza. His star got lost on its way to the new list. He's not 11-for-11, though. Johnny Slips said, "Give him all the stars he wants; he's an also-ran."
Anyway. I've been eating like a king all week. These are good customers.
Naturally, I wanted to reward my good customers for their loyal support and patronage, and for their snacks. To give back just a little, after receiving so much.