Orwell, Party of Two
We told them Orwell,
first name George, party of two
We ate the fried shrimp
Many years ago I had a best friend that I did everything with. He was an almost obssessive fan of the works of George Orwell, and many times if we had to give our name at a restaurant we submitted Orwell rather than one of our own. We would eat (at a now defunct) Chinese restaurant named Kim's; back in the day you could still smoke in restaurants and my friend would puff away on his menthols while we waited for our fried shrimp and pink sauce. Oh how I miss those days.
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