Ober and Out

Dear besties,

Go to Penny Cluse. Order “Lunch with Lauren.” Think of me as you eat my eponymous dish. If the plate is anything like me, it’ll immediately give you a searing stomachache and a lot of gas*. But it’ll be worth the aggravation.

The good folks at Penny Cluse were nice enough to name a dish after me on their new menu, which came out last week. I can die happy now that I’ve been immortalized in food.

Thank you, Charles, Holly and Maura. You are all your own kind of “Special Ingredients.”

*The food won’t give you a bellyache or bad gazzz. I will.

PS- Don’t think I’m bragging or whatever. I just want people to order this plate so it doesn’t get taken off the menu. Because that would be mad embarrassing. Like “Oh, sorry Lauren. We had to take your namesake dish off the menu because it wasn’t selling because people hate you and your stupid name and macaroni.