On Friday after the sad sushi I met up with L., B. and M., my coworkers in crime. We met at Bards for a rousing round of watching the Olympics in a loud bar where you don't get to hear any of the commentary. I ordered French fries to drown my panic sushi let down. They were pretty good, crispy and well seasoned. I chose the gravy option as the side. The gravy was okay not quite delicious, not quite gross. It was there that we watched the Phelps race where his winning or losing was a matter of an itsy bitsy of a tenth of a tenth of a hundredth of a second (or whatever)...we wouldn't know, since the volume was off. The bar had a pretty good juke box.
Thursday, August 21, 2008
Fries c/o Bards
On Friday after the sad sushi I met up with L., B. and M., my coworkers in crime. We met at Bards for a rousing round of watching the Olympics in a loud bar where you don't get to hear any of the commentary. I ordered French fries to drown my panic sushi let down. They were pretty good, crispy and well seasoned. I chose the gravy option as the side. The gravy was okay not quite delicious, not quite gross. It was there that we watched the Phelps race where his winning or losing was a matter of an itsy bitsy of a tenth of a tenth of a hundredth of a second (or whatever)...we wouldn't know, since the volume was off. The bar had a pretty good juke box.
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