(Fidel Gastro eagerly walks up Walnut St and into The Fat Ham)
The Fat Ham Employees: We're not open for lunch.
(awkward stares you'd expect from the dudes behind the counter at Supreme)
Me: Really? Fuck.
(walks out of The Fat Ham. Has a shitty turkey melt at the "Irish" pub next door. Cries)
In case you didn't already know, The Fat Ham is no longer open for lunch as previously advertised. Buen Provecho.