A Mnemonic and Delicious Lunch

The photos may not be the most flattering in the world but the food and the company were great. Somehow another year has rolled around and it was time for the Duck's Birthday Lunch with Mushnik and Silent Bill. Dogpatch is a neighborhood that has been down in the dumps forever, until now -- here come the hipsters and artists and new restaurants in the old industrial buildings. The big yellow one (Piccino's), where Silent B. said they have some of the best pizza in Saint Plot, turned out to be closed, but the owner was so embarrassed that they had taken a reservation for a restaurant that wasn't open that day, that she handed out four $5 buck bags of granola from their bakery to the birthday girl and her three friends.




That was a great start to the first B.L.T.C. in history where they left out the B. But they brought it on the side and everything was delicious. Best part, as always, is hanging out in a restaurant, eating food and talking about the previous food and the following food.



Which reminds Plotnik about memory tricks. How to remember the name of that sandwich? If you put the C (cheese) first it becomes C.B.L.T. which is a little like Cobalt -- easy to remember. This came up because, try as he might, The Great Brain cannot ever remember the name of the street you turn up from Cortland to go over Bernal Hill, and the street next to it that you turn down on your way home.

So memory tricks: Anderson (going up) Ellsworth (going down). Anderson Ellsworth, Private Eye, no better yet, Private B (for Bernal). Ellsworth Anderson won't work as well, and anyway you don't have to remember Ellsworth coming down because there's no other choice. But going up you have to keep Anderson in your head, or you'll keep going straight and end up drowned in the bay.

So here we are:

"Anderson Ellsworth, Private B
Picked up his very own C.B.L.T.
It was a very special day
And no one drowned in Saint Plotniko Bay."