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Saturday, March 23, 2013
Walked to Fat Dan's with Brigid; Bobbi met us there on the larger of her penny-farthings. (Pennies-farthing?)
You'd maybe get more attention on a baby elephant. Maybe.
The dining experience was wonderful in all its casual ambiance, with a sheet of butcher paper for your plate and tray and a roll of brown paper towels by way of napkins. The food is like getting invited over to a friend's backyard cookout, assuming your friend can really really cook and doesn't spare expenses on the raw ingredients.
Yes, that's the 'small' fries...
I had the Reuben again; they corn their own beef and the result is delicious. If you're ever in SoBro, give them a try.