Sometimes, all you need is a little fire, a little bourbon, and the (not so little) brother.
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| Good bourbon. |
Friday, October 14, 2016
A perfect fall evening
Greetings from Charlottesville, Virginia.
Sometimes, all you need is a little fire, a little bourbon, and the (not so little) brother.
Sometimes, all you need is a little fire, a little bourbon, and the (not so little) brother.
Tuesday, October 11, 2016
Steak, bitch
When traveling for work and the Manager in charge of expenses has is having a bad week, steak is what's for dinner.
Welcome to Buckhead, Atlanta's New York Prime steakhouse, an ages-old steakhouse that seems to exist out of time. Where even the old fashioneds are old-fashioned. I felt that I should need a smoking jacket to be allowed into this place.
Anyway, for a steakhouse that cares not for bullshit, I present a few pictures with less bullshit than most of my posts. (Still some bullshit, because I need to make them uniquely mine.)
Welcome to Buckhead, Atlanta's New York Prime steakhouse, an ages-old steakhouse that seems to exist out of time. Where even the old fashioneds are old-fashioned. I felt that I should need a smoking jacket to be allowed into this place.
Anyway, for a steakhouse that cares not for bullshit, I present a few pictures with less bullshit than most of my posts. (Still some bullshit, because I need to make them uniquely mine.)
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| Bacon. It's what's for dinner. |
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| Porterhouse for two, for one? Yes, please. |
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"Hi, can I get a Porterhouse, one large fry, and one large
onion ring?"
"Large fries, large onion rings...."
"No, one large fry, one large onion ring."
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