At the request of my brother to eat a meat product at a hole-in-wall place, we went to Mike's Pub.
What is Mike's Pub? Wrong.
Where is Mike's Pub? Right.
It's in a parking garage. In it.
Cool Place.
While eating I noticed a guy drinking a huge beer ar the bar. He finished it, got up and walked around to the other side of the bar. My job sucks. We can't drink on break.
After burgers and fried we walked around downtown congress talking about our witty sayings.
Good times.
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I feel like Klaus.
"We'll split into two groups. I'll take Ned, Ogata, and Wolodarsky."
"Thanks. Thanks a lot for not picking me."
Mike's Pub with your brother? I thought it was 'our' place.
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