A few months ago we were "down the shore" with my folks and we went out to breakfast at this great place in Jersey (the name or town I can't remember). I do remember that they had this baked eggs dish that was kind of like a breakfast quiche and excellent homefries. I tend to remember stuff like that. Here's a picture of Frankie in the restaurant.
Anyway, we were sitting at breakfast and there was a CD playing in the restaurant, it sounded pretty new-agey, except for the liberal use of the F-word. The funny thing was that my dad kept on telling everyone, our table, the waitress, fellow diners, that he just LOVED the music. I don't think he was really paying attention to the lyrics. Then the waitress told him it was the cooks' CD so he stopped to ask the cook about it on the way out. The whole time, it was difficult for Mitch and I to keep a straight face and my mom kept asking us why we were laughing.
Turns out the crunchy/granola, new age band that uses the F-word a lot has a show at Webster Hall tonight. Oh, and apparently they're hip, the show's sold out. Shows you how much I know, and further proves how cool my dad is.