A quick (and hungry) post
In the middle of the afternoon today, I got a hunger deep down inside of me. Deep down.
That hunger was for wings. At a bar. With a pitcher of beer.
I have a problem. Well, actually, two:
1. They don't sell wings in this country. 2. They don't sell beer by the pitcher in this country.
#2 is actually a lie -- I have seen one pub that sold beer by the pitcher. But it's most definitely rare.
However, I now know what I'm going to be doing during that two-hour stopover in Chicago on November 25th. Because, while I might not know Chicago's airport, I'm sure of three things:
1. It will have a bar. 2. They will sell beer in this bar. By the pitcher, if I so request. 3. They will sell wings in this bar.
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kalivor) wrote,
hungry
