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He still hasn't been able to kill the bunnies and they follow Jack around all the time, like a swarm of adorable gerbil-ish little rats. Or whatever, something cute and fuzzy and white. Still, he'll get his courage up. Or he'll find someone with courage and then take credit, but the point is, they will be dinner.
But until then, Jack's got to get things going, so he makes his way to the Bulletin Board with his admittedly tacky sign (because hey, who pays attention to subtle these days?) and pins it up.
A DINNER WITH JACK BOURDAIN
FEBRUARY 15th. FORTY SEATS. SIGN UP HERE. FIRST COME, FIRST SERVED UNLESS YOU GIVE ME A REALLY GOOD REASON TO SEAT YOU INSTEAD OF SOMEONE ELSE.
And that's about all. Because no way is Jack giving in to the whole Valentine's Schmalentine's after last year's debacle. No. This year, he's letting someone else cook the whole overdone aphrodisiac deal.
But until then, Jack's got to get things going, so he makes his way to the Bulletin Board with his admittedly tacky sign (because hey, who pays attention to subtle these days?) and pins it up.
A DINNER WITH JACK BOURDAIN
FEBRUARY 15th. FORTY SEATS. SIGN UP HERE. FIRST COME, FIRST SERVED UNLESS YOU GIVE ME A REALLY GOOD REASON TO SEAT YOU INSTEAD OF SOMEONE ELSE.
And that's about all. Because no way is Jack giving in to the whole Valentine's Schmalentine's after last year's debacle. No. This year, he's letting someone else cook the whole overdone aphrodisiac deal.