Instant Sympathy

When I mention I'm from Miami...I get it (see above).  The response is usually as if someone farted, the nose crinkles up and they say..."oh I'm so sorry for you." 

I'm here to tell you that every over the top thing you've heard about Miami is...SO TRUE, and then some.

So on my latest adventure home girl picks me up to go to an unnamed fabric store.  Her car is a POS, and she swears on New Year's Day she's gonna clean it out.  "Bitch, it will take you the entire year to clean up this crap," I wanna say, but don't. So we head into uncharted territory, okay we head into the hood, only to discover said fabric store is closed. I'm dying of hunger. I've gotta eat. So this is the joint home girl selects for our lunch:

Snappers Restaurant

Needless to say the bill of fare included nothing healthy.  All I could think of was "dot pink boy" in Bad Monkey who lost all his fur after subsisting on a diet of  johnny cakes and conch fritters, which is exactly what I ordered.  I was nearly passing out from hunger and dug into my repast with hesitant gusto.

Well ain't I miss smarty pants, it was the best damn food I've had for the entire year of 2013.  So next time you're in Miami, bitches, stop at Snappers Restaurant, and you too will say "Fay, this is delicious!'