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Originally Posted by 3894
Good morning, swanksters! I am imagining the LoT Diner. It's a chrome-clad deco original somewhere in LA, red-upholstered chrome stools at the counter. The smell of bacon is heavy in the air.
"Do you like pancakes?" the waitperson asks.
A woman of a certain age studies the waitperson over the rims of her cateye glasses. "Pour moi, le pain perdu," she says.
The waitperson rolls his eyes. "She always orders French toast," he says in a stage whisper to nobody and everybody. "In French."
"Et des lardons," the woman calls after him.
"Yeah, yeah, I know," he returns. "Bacon. French toast and bacon."
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Why is it called "lost bread", I wonder.
(Oh... and lardon sounds like a type of hedon that you get from eating bacon.)