the Yunk

Last night Lacey came over for another visit. She enjoyed Manayunk so much last time, so we decided to go back, this time to an Italian restaurant. We were seated outside and enjoying the atmosphere. That is until this group of 4 macho men pulled up in their suped-up tricked out hogs. These middle-aged buffoons were the most stereo-typical Jersey-accented, loud-mouthed, leather-wearing, wannabe-tough guys...and of course they got put at the table right next to us. Lacey and I had to shout in order to be able to hear eachother over them. And of course their conversation (which we could have heard every word of from a mile away) consisted of talk about nothing except for hogs and babes. Their poor, poor waitress. "Gimme 2 pizzas"... oh geez.