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What am I, chopped liver?!
http://leshalles.net/wp-content/uploads/2010/03/LHP-Dinner-7.10.14.pdf
You can squeak in under 100 here if you don't add wine, and its good stuff.
Let's play Mario Kart or something...
@Shazkar Shadowstorm cause @ing you takes so much effort
Anyway are any of these restaurants places where I would look silly in a cocktail dress and heels
I want a luxury experience for a fast food price #livingitup
NNID: Hakkekage
hahahaha
Yeah, even removing booze from the picture you gonna pay a couple hundred there.
SKFM apparently hates it, but the venison I had there was glorious and the atmosphere fun.
Let's play Mario Kart or something...
And we are legit foodies!!!
Let's play Mario Kart or something...
best way to find a french restaurant
and the gengars who are guiding me" -- W.S. Merwin
I've spent enough time trying to unlearn vorarephelia and other similarly insane things that I have to know about in order to deal with bullshit in the writing community I moderate
It is just
It feels like some of that kind of crazy would be less available without the Internet
Uncanny Magazine!
The Mad Writers Union
@desc @elki
gogdammit i didn't exactly craft that post with love and care and make sure to double check the invite list and plan out the seating arrangements
NNID: Hakkekage
#beerbudget
look what your careless hands have wrought
It would still be out there, it would just have a much harder time for individuals in that community to connect with each other. I think it would kind of depend on the origin of the thing in the person.
yeah, i mean sure, i guess they could go someone else, if you know, they are in fact poors.
I eat garbage deep fried and approved by Guy Fieri.
I haven't gotten far enough to make kisses
Hmm
Is Cassandra down for, you know, Sous le dôme épais
I am a barely mannered ogre who can hardly keep from dropping the coq au vin down my shirt
I am a classless boor who cannot get within 100 feet of fine french cuisine
I have flown too close to the sun and must now come crashing down to earth
Take me to the taco truck Beast I cannot hob nob with the finest of us
NNID: Hakkekage
Like I did a level 12 rift at 7 and wrecked that shit.
Like no problem.
But then I picked a fight with a bear. Thing were a little rough but we were managing.
Until too more bears showed up.
Then I had to run away ; ;
you did this to me skippy
I need 4 hours of sleep a night and thanks to you I only got 3
Go to M. Wells. Eat good steak in a converted garage/bistro.
apparently podly's friend who used to work at mayfield on franklin, which is p good, now is a chef at james (that place u n i went and balled out)
p sweet
omg i went to an event for my firm had at a hotel in midtown and one of the event/space people was this super hot french boy named leo
i was like wtf i didn't know this was a bachelorette party
and then somewhere in astoria beast was suddenly struck with a singular, inexplicable need to cry
NNID: Hakkekage
one of our mods was a design lead on this game
i mean to pick it up as soon as i can tear myself away from destiny and dragon age
he finds himself walking into a bakery
snapping every baguette in half, one by one
a grim and desperate look on his face
dem single targets ain't never gonna move!
2 mages for life. Me and my beautiful Dorian.
You just need to learn some French
Repeat after me
"Je serre ma fesses"
More like cheese, wine, and baguettes. Also I'm not looking for a bi person looking for a couple.
man i guarantee i've read this guy before but i can't quite place it
Should go again.
that place was great.
Let's play Mario Kart or something...
But fuck you — no, fuck y'all, that's as blunt as it gets"
- Kendrick Lamar, "The Blacker the Berry"
Even in September noon, the ground hog
casts his diving shadow: summer will never
end and when it does it will never come again.
I've only the shadows of doubts, shadows
of a notion. The leaves turn in tarnished
rain like milk. Hearts, rotund with longing,
explode like dead horses left in a creek,
our intentions misunderstood, misrepresented
like that day they turned the candles
upside down, thumped them out and we all
lost our jobs. Nothing personal. Handshakes around.
Of course we're not guilty
of what we've been accused of
but we're guilty of so much else, what's it matter,
I heard on the radio. I hate the radio,
how it pretends to be your friend.
You could be eating, you could be driving around
and then you're screaming, What, what did that fucker say
but by then it's someone else with the voice
of air conditioning saying, Take cover,
storm on the way. It's amazing
word hasn't gotten back to us from irritated
outer space how some creatures of spine and light
have finally had enough. Shut up, they beep back
but we're so dense, so unevolved, we think
it's just the usual interference: Bill next door
blending his Singapore Slings during Wheel
of Fortune. Right now they're working on something
that'll make our fillings fall out,
turn our checking accounts to dust,
something far more definitive.
There's a man starting his mower in the bedroom.
There's a woman burning photos in the sink.
I hate the phone, how it pretends to be
your friend, but I called you anyway,
got some curt, inchoate message that means
everyone's miserable, little shreds of your heart
rain down on me, twitching like slivered worms.
Upstairs, they're overflowing the tub again,
they're doing that Euripidean dance. I knew
a guy in college who stuck his head through a wall.
It seemed to decide something, to make us all
feel grateful, restored to simple things:
cars starting, cottage cheese, Larry, Curly, Mo.
It was, of course, a thin wall, a practice wall,
a wall between nowhere and nowhere's bedroom,
nothing like that 16th century woodcut
where the guy pokes through the sky into
the watchback of the cosmos. Tick, tick.
The cosmos gives me the creeps.
I like a decent chair where you can sit
and order a beer, be smiled at while you wait
for a friend who just had his sutures removes,
who rolls a quarter across his knuckles
to get them working again.