Ive definitely been going broke eating out lately.
Love me some good sit down high dining shit.
Gonna be making a job change here soon i believe. End of march is decision time. Either way ill be in the valley more often and can eat out more. And actually run for a marathon.
It was critical acclaim, a tatoo shop/museum collection type thing.
That pig was from like 1850 or something.
Had a bunch of pickled stuff. Crabs, snakes, whatever.
Cool place
its not a sidewalk. Thats the retarded part i dont get.
I dont understand it either.
Trains are crazy though.
They travel all over the world on these two pieces of metal held down by brackets bolted to exposed wood that just lays in a bunch of rocks? Ok
And theyre not even bolts. Theyre nails