263. Bacon.

The night before last I met up with a couple of friends at a local Irish pub. We ordered our drinks, and the waitress looked at me and said, "Red flannel hash."

My reply was, "Yum, bacon." (It's the not-so-secret ingredient that makes the dish delish I've recently learned.)

Then we both said, "Rick and Ann's!"

It's a charming little place I frequent most weekends for breakfast, and she is a waitress there. I was flattered that not only did she recognize me, but that she remembered my favorite breakfast plate.

I wondered how the conversation sounded as an outsider.

"Red flannel hash."

"Yum, bacon."

"Rick and Ann's!"

Laughter.

I guess it probably sounded a little odd.