Just around, but not on, Christmas Eve, L. and I went to McCrossen's. It was crowded and cold and we sat by the door. I ordered the rilletes and cheese, maybe the Idiazabal? No, I had that the last time. Alas, some sort of cheese.
Then we went to another nearby haunt, where I enjoyed a Young's Double Chocolate Stout.
And L. had some sort of liqueur. I think.
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