I know right? I am constantly trying to get him drunk. We think maybe his glasses were steamed up or something, because something definitely doesn't look right.
When I was growing up in NYC, a couple of friends of mine and I used to go into the theaters or opera houses on weekends and eat at a little French bistro, the Champlain, in the basement of a brownstone in the theater district. For $1.85 you'd get coq au vin, with a glass of red wine, salade verte and either a creme caramel of a slice of tarte aux pommes.
We were all 15 or 16 but Madame was running a French establishment and considered the land under it to be French soil. Therefore we all got the wine even though we were wildly under age.
Thanks, Sam, for bringing one of the sweetest memories of my youth back with this post.
IJ: well, i think his glasses steamed up from my hot dish!
Will: I used to go to a totally cheap and wonderful frenchie place called Cafe des Amis when i was in college, where a 3 course meal could be had for like 5 bucks. It, like most things in Atlanta, met it's fate with a wrecking ball just exactly while i was enjoying it.
IJ: well, i think his glasses steamed up from my hot dish!
Will: I used to go to a totally cheap and wonderful frenchie place called Cafe des Amis when i was in college, where a 3 course meal could be had for like 5 bucks. It, like most things in Atlanta, met it's fate with a wrecking ball just exactly while i was enjoying it.
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Ahahah. Steven looks so funny! Love it.. and the fuuuud! yuuuum! Wait a minute, you trying to get him drunk?!? Cuz y'know, Asians can't drink! :-)
I know right? I am constantly trying to get him drunk. We think maybe his glasses were steamed up or something, because something definitely doesn't look right.
When I was growing up in NYC, a couple of friends of mine and I used to go into the theaters or opera houses on weekends and eat at a little French bistro, the Champlain, in the basement of a brownstone in the theater district. For $1.85 you'd get coq au vin, with a glass of red wine, salade verte and either a creme caramel of a slice of tarte aux pommes.
We were all 15 or 16 but Madame was running a French establishment and considered the land under it to be French soil. Therefore we all got the wine even though we were wildly under age.
Thanks, Sam, for bringing one of the sweetest memories of my youth back with this post.
Yummy! Why did Steven look funny? Too much to drink?
IJ: well, i think his glasses steamed up from my hot dish!
Will: I used to go to a totally cheap and wonderful frenchie place called Cafe des Amis when i was in college, where a 3 course meal could be had for like 5 bucks. It, like most things in Atlanta, met it's fate with a wrecking ball just exactly while i was enjoying it.
Speaking of wrecking balls in Atlanta: they are already working to demolish the city's only Breuer building, the Central Atlanta Library</a at Margaret Mitchell Square.
IJ: well, i think his glasses steamed up from my hot dish!
Will: I used to go to a totally cheap and wonderful frenchie place called Cafe des Amis when i was in college, where a 3 course meal could be had for like 5 bucks. It, like most things in Atlanta, met it's fate with a wrecking ball just exactly while i was enjoying it.
Speaking of wrecking balls in Atlanta: they are already working to demolish the city's only Breuer building, the Central Atlanta Library</a at Margaret Mitchell Square.
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