I try to avoid going to the east side, but I fucks with this Leslieville place. The
heffer may find it a little hit and miss, but they're usually looking to hate for the love of hating and hearing themselves talk. Nobody wants to hear your 2 hour analysis about the intricacies of food anthropology and why everything you've ever had or done is better anyway. I don't, neither does your girl or your friends. Make lobster maki and miami ribs like this and then maybe, maybe we can set aside a biannual lecture.
Crack
I feel like I have to like everything about susur's moneymachine. It's like I'm Andy Lau and Tony Leung is about to introduce me to discipline. My friends love it, so do yours. It's not that I don't like it, its just that its not as good as they think it is. 
