I'm sure I read an article the other day that said Starbucks had a billion or two drinks combinations. Waiting in the queue at the branch north of Penn Sq and I swear I heard them all. I miss American food ordering. I'd like a salad, but without the lettuce, tomato, and cucumber, and could I have the dressing on the side, but only a half portion, and can I get an egg with that, a dinosaur egg. I think the best one was: do you have things not on the menu? Now that's an opening gambit. The waitress nicely touchéd with a yes and left a nice big stretchy, lazy yawn of silence for the fiend to fall into. We got stuff and we ain't telling you. I like, when they reel off the thousand-and-one salad dressing options, or the beer list, to see how many times I can make them repeat it before they get murder eyes. It's all double-fun in NJ, because every syllable seems to be trying to pull itself out of a mud pit. Muggablubbgahbabubb they advise.