I had an embarrassingly large meal at the Brat Stop (where two insane people are the proprietors), but it helped me to continue to observe and photograph the event without having to worry about the drunken staggering factor.
My Pentax DSLR’s meeting the concrete a little too up close and personal last year was, let’s just say, not good for its picture-taking health.
I would love to be able to enjoy the 98+ point wines, but no wine shops have layaway.
Karma’s a bitch. But she’s only a bitch if you give her reason to be. I think Karma’s going to have a great time with these three clowns.
I won’t name any names, but I recently spoke with a Master Sommelier whose lip actually curled (!!!) when talking about Paso Robles Cabs. Was that a sneer or what?!?