Fuck my therapist. I’ll say when I’m done blogging.
Maso’s is a Masonic Club in St George. I could not see any stonemasonry. Nor could I see any freemasonry. I suppose the dripping wet mouth of Eris had long since eroded both. Maybe I should have tried the nearby Concordia Club.
It was mostly empty except for me, my dinner companion, and my corpse soul thumbing dollars into a nearby poker machine.
No photos. The food was OK.
The Food was OK 
Pretty much applauded when this came up in my RSS reader. 👏
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