BLT and a side of rib

I miss fun mean waitresses. Mary at Cookie Bar on Hudson was built like a jukebox, had zero patience and she really liked you if she let you piss her off. Tiny at Bluejay on 57th had no time for you either. If you made her crack up in front of your co-worker friends, you ruled. One day she won the lottery and she was a scrappy server no more. And the midtown Manganaro sisters made you feel like a wuss if you and a pal split one of their ruler long mega stuffed chicken parm big boy super heroes …. “oh, you poor little girly girls, can’t you finish a sandwich all by your itty bitty selves? Want two, maybe three fries with that?" The best.