It's 90 minutes before I perform in front of an audience at the Closing Night Gala of the APAture arts festival, so I slipped into Muddy Waters on Valencia to eat a garlic bagel with egg and cheese. After I ordered, I sat down to blog on my laptop, and the guy behind the counter screamed to me, "Hey, I'm not gonna be able to get you that bagel! The eggs that I have are all fucked!"
I don't know what that means exactly, so I said, "Cream cheese is fine," and that is my dinner.
While I was combing the Internet to find a photo of a garlic bagel with egg and cheese (unsuccessfully), my craving for a garlic bagel with egg and cheese just quadrupled.
Just how fucked are the eggs?