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An ode to J. Christopher's

Oh J. Christopher's
you kill it

when you feed me from a skillet

grits soft eggs and cheese the realest


Oh J. Christopher's

breakfast after I break the bars

your waitress looks like a goddamn Dinosaur

to be exact, a Veloca Raptor


Oh J. Christopher's

you taste best
after lots of rest

but especially when your morning after
picks up the check

An ode, to J. Christopher's
(conveniently located on Abercorn and Liberty-- PS Krista is a rocking host Sunday mornings)


Hot Sauce, OH BABY, SAUCE, OH BABY, Sauuuuccceeeeeeeee

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