Yeah, you would think George would just go out and kill something for breakfast. Cause I can see that immigrant cook spitting in his food and putting all manner of vile things into his breakfast.
Love that "House of Breakfast"!!! Great name for it! I can picture George waiting in the parking lot for them to open every morning at at 5:00 a.m. Naturally, none of the young waitresses would want to wait on him, so he always is served by an ancient, chain-smoking waitress named "Birdy". The two hit it off pretty well, mainly because they are both relics from a time long since past... :)
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Isn't Tom's restaraunt from Sienfeld?
Yep, I'm pretty sure that's from Seinfeld
Nice cheap places, huh? I imagine he doesnt believe in the idea 'eating out'.
I see George hangs with Jerry Seinfeld and the gang....
Yeah, you would think George would just go out and kill something for breakfast. Cause I can see that immigrant cook spitting in his food and putting all manner of vile things into his breakfast.
Love that "House of Breakfast"!!!
Great name for it!
I can picture George waiting in the parking lot for them to open every morning at at 5:00 a.m.
Naturally, none of the young waitresses would want to wait on him, so he always is served by an ancient, chain-smoking waitress named "Birdy". The two hit it off pretty well, mainly because they are both relics from a time long since past...
:)
there is a pretty happenin place where I live called 'rock steady eddies' which has great day old coffee.
This is looking to be an interesting relaunch for George Liquor.
That dude looks like he'd be mad at EVERYbody!
NO SOUP FOR YOU!
- trevor.
So, basically, George lives on Staten Island? Makes sense. He'd love it here!
Painting, photoshoping, inking, flashing, will all help yeah?
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HAHAHA!
"Nouveau Système Beaubien" is fast-food restaurant near to where I live.
It'd be pretty funny to meet George there... Haha!
... Here's my first shot at drawing George in context.
Thank you,
Benjamin
Ha! The Victoria Cafe is on Lavender Hill in Clapham, where my dad and me both grew up. Bloody horrible cafe though...
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