If you own a bar or restaurant and want a pretentious way to
give patrons their check, take a cue from the Tipsy Pig in San Francisco. I demanded that Kate and I visit this spot
after having their bruschetta with peas on it the last time I was in town. That’s right, peas. This is just one example of how San Francisco
is better than other places.
I don't think the waitress had quite finished this book yet. |
Baby Asher is about to eat the shit out of some bananas. |
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