the holidays

it's the little things.

i wear a beret

the 5

If The 6 is for dicks

And The 4 is for whores

Then what's The 5 for?

Where does The 5 go?

rocket queen

it hurts me too

the L

You know what The L?

I'll see you in hell.

the G

Fuck you The G

You are so dead to me

Stop four times for Queens

While I freeze in my jeans

It is clear that you do this on purpose

i am not of this time

back door man

completely inappropriate

the renaissance

rip

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review

August

West Village

An influx of medieval hodge podge (and possibly made up) spices piled together in what appears to be a culinary walk of shame.  A Scullery Maid and Merlon's, illegitimate redheaded child (all growns up) and lost in the woods, seeking shelter in an apocathery's abandoned greenhouse.

 

The meat I tried to eat was called Goat Leg. It was accompanied by mystery greens and a viscid little ball they referred to as Dumplings.  The Oxtail Ragu seemed as though it was sauteed in said Scullery Maid's preserved placenta.  And please, don't even ask about the spaghetti squash and chorizo sudoku puzzle they call Camarones a la Parilla. (Added Bonus: Black garlic and squid ink dipping sauce.  ?.)  But don't worry, they lend you a couple crawdads whose beady little eyes gaze upon you while you eat.  As if to say "You will sit at this table until everything on your plate is finished, or I'm telling your father". 

 

Strong points? The wine was good, and ordered by a dashing and brilliant young man. AND if you move the table around enough, it will stop wobbling.

 

Cheers.

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