|You Say 'Ebelskivers,' We Say 'Munchkins'|
Vodka, figuring no one can out-nasty her if need be, has no such fear.
|Hey Kenny Shopsin - You Really Wanna Take on New Jersey?!|
"Shhh," Ginger hisses. "You're going to get us kicked out."
|Frankly, Vodka Is Controlling Herself - She Could've Complained About the Solo Cup-Like China As Well|
"Shhhhhhh, will you stop that?" Ginger reprimands.
|Menu In Need of Ritalin|
|And Heaven Forbid Anyone Who Works Here Help Us With This Decision|
"I'll take the chocolate chip version," Ginger orders.
"What?! No!" Vodka interjects. As she pleads her case for the traditional variety, our waiter pipes in to ask her, "What, is it going to ruin your diet?" Quiet, buddy, we've got Best Thing I Ever Ate arguments to contend with.
|And Did You Not Just Hear Vodka Order These Saucers of Health Food?!|
"Banana?! We HATE banana!"
"I love banana!"
"Remember those horrible banana-cream filled doughnuts at the Atlantic City Buddakan?"
"Well, I love banana except for that one time." With that, Vodka pouts and continues her personal quest to get us kicked out of the establishment by photographing our beverages, a practice that Ginger is, once again, insisting is not allowed at Shopsin's.
|Not Good to the Last Drop|
"You need to take pictures more stealthily," Ginger hisses again.
"WHO is going to kick us out?" Vodka, still believing this rumor of excommunication is some kind of urban myth, asks her.
|Cause If It's the Same People Who Think This Is "Graphic Design," Vodka's Not Afraid|
|And This Is the "Small" Option|
|Hot Sauce and Maple Syrup Straight Out of Alice in Wonderland|
|A Very Faint Beacon, But A Beacon Nonetheless|
|Okay... the Umbrella... Somebody PLEASE Explain the Umbrella...|
"I appreciate you saying that as if I am NOT a crazy control freak," Vodka states, allowing our friend to eat her own dish only after enough pictures have been snapped. She had chosen the Strider, which is a breakfast sandwich featuring maple veggie sausage, eggs, and avocado on an English muffin. Deciding she can't possibly eat the monstrosity in sandwich form, our friend begins to pick at it with a fork and finds it delicious (though Ginger is mostly taken with the veggie sausage, and Vodka finds the whole thing bland and in desperate need of salt).
|"I Can't Eat This Like a Sandwich." "You Eat It Like a Fork."|
|REBELskivers Is More Like It|
|Vodka Rests Her Case: We HATE Banana|
And though Vodka might understand the mentality of such "crazy control freaks" as herself, it seems Mr. Shopsin has recently grown as soft as his ebelskivers, for we pay the bill and waltz away with not so much as a grimace about our disobedient behavior.
Shopsin's Ebelskivers: 3 stars