Place: House of Pies, Los Angeles, CA
Time: 1:00amish
Occasion: Hunger pangs after a bad party
Waitress: What'll ya have?
Me: I'll have the scrabbled eggs. Wheat toast.
Veronica: And I'd like a chicken pot pie.
Watiress: Alrighty.
10 minutes later... a plate of scrambled eggs and a bowl of what appears to be the insides of a pot pie with a floating wafer atop, is served.
Veronica: Um... Excuse me, I'm sorry, but I think you brought the wrong order.
Waitress (reaching for the bill/order): "Scrambled eggs, wheat toast and a chicken pot pie."
Veronica: This is chicken pot pie?
Waitress: Uh... yeah.
Veronica: But, I thought it would be a real pie. A chicken pot pie.
Me: Isn't this the House of Pies?
Waitress: (pauses).... OH! You mean a chicken pot pie?
Veronica: Yes, yes!
Waitress: Oh, yeah, we don't have chicken pot pie - just chicken pot pie.
Veronica:.....
Me: Well, it probably tastes the same, sans the crust.
Veronica: Yeah, but the best part is stabbing it open with your fork.
5 comments:
i can't ever drive by without saying it: this house of pies is a house of lies!!!
It's not called the house of bad pies for nothing
Eggs and chicken? I couldn't, wouldn't. Just not right.
chicken and waffles on the other hand...
We should have gone to Roscoe's!
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