My buddy Kirill is in town, visiting from LA. I haven’t seen him in nearly two years, so I left the con early to hang out. Kirill is on a special and particular quest: He wants Risotto and he’s come to Manhattan to get it.
Everyone I know in Manhattan says it can’t be done here, but I’m not one to shy away from an adventure. All that said, we met at like 2 or 3pm, and I haven’t yet had lunch, so we made a burger stop. After I finished eating Kirill had some questions.
Kirill: Hey Server, I’m looking for Risotto. Do you know anywhere on the island I can get it?
Server: Hmm, well I would think anywhere Italian should be okay
Me: So, Sbarros.
Server, to me: Haha, good one
Kirill: Right right but do you know anywhere specifically?
Server: Accch, I don’t know
Me: Hey, I made a joke
Kirill: I heard your joke, shut up
Me: It was a good joke!
Kirill: If I acknowledge your joke, it will lead to more jokes.
Kirill: I want my fucking Risotto.