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fuckin' bomb happy hour, yo

Hung out with Alexis and Hambino in celebration of Ham's engagement. I had some greasy escargot swimming in garlic-hazelnut butter. Spongy, with a little bite. A pair of deviled eggs, and braised veal tongue. It was all good and all really bad for me. I think i was fairly unimpressed with the veal tongue though, it seemed like the braised all texture out of it. I am surprised Ham ate anything at all. The croque monsieur took care of my picky eater. This brief because it was two months ago, but worthy of some sort of mention. The happy hour is CHEAP. It was a sunny day and a peculiar location, next to a parking garage across the street from the Keller Auditorium. I had to take a key to the parking lot restroom to pee-- almost a deal breaker.

Afterwards, we went to the Gilt club to drink and pontificate, er gossip, with Broyles. Drank a bottle of something good and chain smoked on their patio. MMm