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Miss Florence Diner

99 Main St., Florence, MA
G: Such a delightfully powerful corn smell.

J: I'm going to go find the Little Miss Flo's room.

(time passes, fries arrive covered in white cheese)

G: Is that cheddar?

J: It's white cheddar. It smells real. It's good, we got good cling.

G: It's still got the tongue-sterilizing heat.

J: Yes, it's very hot. Hard to avoid, though.

G: Good cheese.

J: Very hot.

G: Yeah, we should give it a break.

J: Yeah, but we're obviously not doing that.

J: (Puts cheesy brown clot on plate) What's that?

G: Giblets. Fry giblets. What are you inspecting them for?

J: Dude. It's beefy goodness. Very definitely. It's chunks of beef that were
on the broiler. Do you not believe me? Do you not taste it?

G: No.

J: Smell the thing on your plate.

(a few minutes and fries later)

G: By now I'm really tasting the beef.

J: Yeah, it's all at the bottom.

G: Like fruit-at-the-bottom yogurt.

J: (makes face) We can't win. This is the fry tour from hell.

G: Look at that cling.

J: It's beautiful cling, but at what price?

G: (scrapes cheese off wax paper on bottom)

J: Oh, you're not even a vegetarian. Haven't you read Fast Food Nation?

G: No.

(beat)

J: Are ya gonna?

G: Sometime maybe. I haven't read a lot of things I oughtta. I haven't read
Manufacturing Consent.

J: How did you get through Hampshire?

G: Did anyone assign it?

J: Well, no.

G: Did anyone really read it?

J: I did.

G: You read a lot of things a lot of people didn't.