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Egglectric People

With our orders placed, we waited and talked about the upcoming presidential election, Sarah’s narcolepsy problem, and the world’s bacon shortage…

Story by Matt Heidkamp - mattheidkamp@gmail.com Photos by Teo J. Babini

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We met with Adam and Sarah of Electric People at Egg on North 5th Street in Williamsburg. The restaurant had a rather minimal theme, with exposed light bulbs lining its bare white walls.

Adam ordered the fried oyster sandwich accompanied by a mimosa. He also ordered a salad with no dressing and apologized for being weird. Sarah ordered a pumpkin ale and eggs Rothko (a fried egg cooked inside a brioche), which made a striking similarity to the work of the abstract artist of the same name. Teo and I split the chicken cutlet sandwich with spicy cucumber relish and Maine Peeper Ale. With our orders placed, we waited and talked about the upcoming presidential election, Sarah’s narcolepsy problem, and the world’s bacon shortage, which luckily had no affect on our bacon-free meal.

Adam Photo ©Teo J. Babini

After a bit of a wait, our food arrived. With a fork in one hand and a crayon in the other, Adam and Sarah took to doodling lyrics on the paper tablecloth. Some how, the topic of Southern comfort food came up and Adam took it upon himself to order hush puppies, which is apparently the most popular Southern dish I’ve never heard of (they were okay… just fried corn bread really).

Tablecloth Lyrics Photo ©Teo J. Babini

We took a break from our meal to step outside for a cigarette and were instantly accosted by a five-foot dragon lady, scorning us for polluting her neighborhood with second-hand smoke. We’re sorry we didn’t see the small, white non-smoking sign you printed from home on the wall next to the two-dozen other small, white signs. She went as far to storm into Egg, stomping her feet and yelling at our undeserving, sweetheart of a waitress. At least her blatant rudeness inspired some lyric ideas for Sarah. Something along the lines of: “there’s no smoking out front, the lady next door’s a cunt”. I digress.

Sarah and Adam of Electric People Photo ©Teo J. Babini

We finished our meals and cleared the table so we could steal the tablecloth, which now had the entirety of the bands impromptu song on it. We set up shop at nearby park, which looked eerily like a prison yard, and Adam whipped up some jail house blues. It was actually a very serene moment… Needless to say, the dragon lady stayed home.

 

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