Bottom: Mario's/Marois Bar. "Kind Of A Shithole", as the Yelp review says, but it's also "Where You Really Learn Stuff". I believe this picture was taken just before I was nearly involved in a two-girl fight at the bar. Definitely before we met Regina, who introduced Nelson to several new concepts including the Jagerbomb. I heard the word "motherfucker" more that night than at any point in recent memory. This picture is also illustrative of the "youthful logger" outfit I would be wearing for the next couple days in order to "fit in".
This is an often-NSFW, mostly gluten-free kitchen notebook that also occasionally threatens to turn into something else and fails, thus remaining its same old cryptic and superficial self. These posts begin to fail to explain (start at the bottom).