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| - Oh wow, now I remember.
This is the place I went after getting thrown out of the Little Woody (across the street), only it went by another name at that time.
I had several craft brews, got a spectacular view of Camelback Mountain at sunset, and got to eat someone's leftover half-burger.
No I'm not homeless. What the fuck?
It's just that this old dude ordered a burger split. When it arrived, the chick he was scamming on was all...
"Who's that for? I don't eat read meat! Do I look like I eat red meat?"
Yeah, yeah, yeah. Sit down and shut the fuck up I'm thinking to myself as this haughty little ingenue delivered a scene reminiscent of Scarlet 'fucking' O'hara in Gone With The WInd, her every word punctuated and overacted.
After her performance, she hastily stormed out. That's when I nudged the guy and asked if he was gonna eat that.
Anyways, I got a great craft buzz, ate a good half burger, and made it down the staircase without getting all knotted-up.
All things considered, this was a five star in my book.
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