little birds have fast hearts.

Any day now we will go back to unbridled sobriety. If our first fun evening this week was perfect in its restraint, last night was...well, kind of like old times at the OT301: close the doors after the customers leave and attempt to manage an unending assembly line of incoming beers whilst talking all manner of shit until 4 in the morning. Fewer beers would've been wiser.

Tonight: wound-licking and risotto, this time pear/gorgonzola/arugula. Let you know how it goes. It was fine, good, OK, but not amazing. Not sure what would've helped besides bacon.


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