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
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