|Sounds like a couple of dates I've been on...
||[Jun. 25th, 2013|03:03 pm]
Some nights, your menu tells a story.
You’re just not sure it’s a story you want to BE in. Doing my expense reports, I come across a restaurant receipt from my last trip.
Here’s one night’s dinner: Walking Dead, Roasted Duck, Brussel Sprouts, Forlorn Hope, Chocolate Tart, Hum.
Depending on how you choose to define that last one, it could have ended well...or not.
(Walking Dead, Forlorn Hope are cocktails and Hum a liqueur)