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Thursday, November 16, 2006

Status Buys Privelege. Not.

In the world of the roach coach the "d" in the term maitre d' stands for "driver." And don't try to order a crepes au fromage. It's a quesadilla, buddy.

3 Comments:

Anonymous Anonymous said...

Reminds me of a guy and his mom, who baked the sweets and stirred the soups. Their stand was located in a vacant lot behind Mansfield Studios (Mansfield and Sunset Boulevard). Constuction workers side by side with talent and execs sitting at picnic tables with smiles on their faces. Tons of greenbacks flowed to the creators of the best breakfast and lunch in Hollywood!

6:39 PM  
Anonymous Anonymous said...

And that's quesadiLLa, with that LL (soft j) sound. Love your notes as much as the toons. Keep it up.

6:46 PM  
Blogger John M Crowther said...

Great story, Rico. I've had better food at times from these trucks than you can get at Ma Maison. Some people say, "you know it's a deal when the check clears," but in Hollywood it's more like, "you know it's a deal when you're eating a breakfast burrito off the catering truck."

I thought of you when I wrote that, Andres. It's not "kay-sa-dee-ya," I know. Unfortunately that soft j sound doesn't exist in English." (It's like the g in Roget's Thesaurus.)

8:21 PM  

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