Warm O'Rama
Today sucked for weather. Its raining. (Its pouring … the old man is snoring…)
Its cold (could you please close the god damn door, I ain't payin' to heat the outside).
I worked out on my Peleton this morning in a nice dry well ventilated place (Get off my lawn you dang whippersnappers).
So I figured that I would catch up with some of the Pax who were too afraid to take a beatdown that I offered at NightRanger.
I tactically selected City Q for its location near Blackbeard (and he can add salt to his Keto friendly meals) and Calypso (wake up Calypso…)
And no one showed.
The Main Thang
So I ate the dinner size brisket which was absolutely, positively awesome. The side salid with Italian was restorative. Delicious greens with small tomatoes. I still don't know what the other green things were – cucumber, maybe? But like Mini-me's reign as Nantan, they didn't last long. The brisket melted in your mouth like Hall Monitor's resolve to challenge Jolly to a Taco Eating Competition (Hint- step up big boy – let the agony of $84M to Kirk Cousins fuel your desire and train like a Young Rocky watching Drago kill his mentor).
It lasted on my plate as long as NC State in a tournament! (You get the idea…)
Mary
Unless there was an actual Mary in the restaurant amongst the three other idiots out to eat on such a filthy day, then No Mary was to be had.
The Nekked Man Moleskin
There was no mumble chatter as I don't like to talk to myself in public and didn't bring headphones to fake an important phone call and the local judges say I shouldn't heckle in public. Especially if there is a school within a 1/4 mile.