Her peach cobbler dish was nearly as empty as my wallet. We began to discuss how such small portions could be dished out at such a hefty price. It seemed to me that there should have been some sort of regulatory committee that set a basic list of standards that would allow this establishment to call itself a Soul Food restaurant─especially when my stomach could feel my wallet’s pain.

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The boss threw a little pizza party today and I found myself the only one strategically positioned near the food table with several cheesy slices on my plate. That just about sums up how I’m feeling these days. I want my slice of the pie.