Stardust is a pretty hip hangout these days with a full liquor bar and vegan- friendly fare. I first started my relationship with "The Dust" more than ten years ago. Back when it's claim to fame was a wicked selection of VHS and DVD rentals and a killer cup of coffee. I traded books from a single shelf of used paperbacks at the front of the shop and drank my first Orangina on a date with a guy I've maybe mentioned here once before.
Over the years, the movie rental part of business must have proven less lucrative because the collection I remember browsing has turned into the backdrop to a newer hangout where healthy food and imported beers reign supreme. The one shelf of books has grown into a wall of books for sale or trade and they still sell the shit out of some Orangina.
It's a cool place. Has been. Will be.
But I didn't bring up Stardust because I wanted to review it and make you all jealous that you live too far away to frequent such a cool hangout. I brought it up because while we were enjoying our lunch last weekend (as much as a group of grownups can enjoy a meal with three kids hanging about), Sam decided to mortify me by yelling the word COCK half a dozen times before finishing it up with one very demure
"a-doodle-doo".
Lucky for us, the joint was mostly empty tables peppered with some groups of people on laptops and notebooks who were probably in need of a little comic relief.
Shortly after the scene, he found a tricycle and began his tour of the shop waving at strangers and honking a pretend horn.
And pointing.
Let's hope he doesn't break out the eff-bomb while we're at the doctor's office next week.
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