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I'd like to make a few points, and I'll keep it brief.
First of all, they only serve beer. Where's my Early Times? How am I supposed to put up with my family without my Early Times? It's like I told my daughter Chevrontay (who was named after the gas station parking lot in which she was conceived) a few weeks ago: "Daddy drinks because you're an ingrateful, little monster."
My second beef is even worse. They only have Bud Light, and it's only on tap. Now I love draft beer, but I had a feeling before tasting this skunked BMC crud that Chuck E Cheese teenagers don't spend any time cleaning beer lines between kegs. When I tried to order a Chimay Grande Reserve, they thought it was a speciality pizza.
Now here's the real kicker. They cut you off AFTER ONE BEER. What the hell? All I can say is, "Have flask, will travel." If they ask about my liter flask which looks like a pair of binoculars, I'll tell them that I just like looking at the little kids.
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Beverly Bartlett
tue feb 23 2010
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Stop being a baby, Rob. Do what everyone else does. Ditch your kid while he's up in those filthy tunnels and go to a bar. (Or a strip club.) |
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Danny Mac
tue feb 23 2010
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Wow. That picture brings back memories. Chuck was so messed up that night at the food show up in Teledo, Ohio. I thought he would never shut up. Skiball this. skiball that. I was like dude, shut up. |
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Danny Mac
tue feb 23 2010
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Wow. That picture brings back memories. Chuck was so messed up that night at the food show up in Teledo, Ohio. I thought he would never shut up. Skiball this. skiball that. I was like dude, shut up. |
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Ms. C
fri mar 12 2010
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That's crazy!!! LMFAATWO (laughing my fucking ass all the way off). |
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One of my next brews (when I get more beer under my belt, figuratively, literally and pun intended) is going to be a clone of La Fin Du Monde. It's made in Canada, but it's a Belgian style tripel. When I was in Paris visiting my sister about 10 years ago, we went to her favorite watering hole where Horsey (he looked liked a horse) bartended. It was a place with a very small seating area, probably 20 people. And when it was full, Horsey would go outside and take the door knob off so no one could go in. We had some weird Back Door strength cocktails (which included albino cherries and other oddities) and some honest to god Champagne) and went staggering through the streets of Paris. I stayed in a hotel room where Jim Morrison spent a few weeks. So we were stumbling through the streets of Paris, and the only French I could remember (in spite of 3 years of Brown School French) was my favorite French Canadian beer, La Fin Du Monde, which is translated as "The End of the World." I was drunk, and lost in Paris, and trying to find my way back to Jim Morrison's hotel room, and I kept yelling "La Fin Du Monde" in the streets of Paris.
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thu jan 28 2010
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thu jan 28 2010
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