Dear Mrs. soulfoodrestaurantlady,
I'm glad I went with the soul food urge today and stopped in your restaurant (is it a restaurant if there is no sit-down dining?) at lunch because that gave us to chance to talk. I agree, it is a big political season.
I didn't know that you had not voted since 1960 (Kennedy) but felt like you wanted to do so now. Because I had registration forms in my car (cause that's how I roll) I was glad to hook you up and drop your form at the Board of Elections on my way back to work. (See, there was a reason bigger than my craving for ribs for my stopping in.)
No, you didn't have to give me the free piece of pound cake. I enjoy helping people be a part of this process. But a brotha does appreciate it nonetheless. The cake was straight up bombastic.
I'll be back soon, because nobody can touch your dressing, but in the meantime, get your vote on.
