After an exhausting morning pitching toys at perspective buyers at the monthly Wayne New Jersey Toy Show, myself and the lovely, purple haired woman who likes to try and teach me math when we are drunk known as Emi, headed for her apartment in Bloomfield and were advised to take 23 on a straight shot by our dear friend Geepus. We'd not gotten any sleep the night before and with a 4am alarm imminent, a massive, crashing, rumbling thunderstorm sealed our groggy fate. Suffice to say, toy show coffee and muffins didn't do much to sustain us, but sales were brisk allowing a small splurge. ONLY THE BEST (of the dollar menu items) FOR U, BABE! Since gluten is not Emi's friend, a lot of options were out, but a lonely Burger King seemed like an oasis we could both agree on...and as we pulled up, the movie theme and leopard print seats made us very happy about our choice.
