In NYC and steam rises from the street like so much existential dread.
That is the best and worst sentence I will ever write on TFWOK and a good time to announce this will be the last post, on the orders of my weekday therapist.
At Bill’s Bar & Burger the burger comes with two patties whether you expect it or not. Kind of like falling for someone except not at all and nobody likes metaphors anyway.
It tasted like angst and regret. I washed it down with a beer.
The food was OK.
The Food was OK 