I took one photo today and this is it. I wouldn’t say I’m burned out, but I would say I’m INCREDIBLY LAZY.
Anyway, I ate at RP Tracks for the first time ever, and had barbecue tofu nachos for the first time ever (pretty tasty, and I am a bonafide meat lover), and sat around and bitched and moaned about the crumbling sisterhood … not for the first time ever … with some of my sisters I don’t get to see nearly enough. We didn’t solve the gender inequality problems of the world, but we did nickname our server “Donnie” and clock his bathroom trips at ten minutes apiece, which obviously means he’s on the dope, hardcore.
First time ever? FIRST TIME EVER?!?!?! As someone who spent most of my college nights there, I have trouble comprehending the idea that the entire world hasn’t been to Tracks. For these reasons:
#1- best nachos ever. I see you were wise enough to get the chips on the side. I always forget to do that. (PS- I prefer the chicken nachos. And back when I ate beef, I would get the chicken nachos with the meat chili. When I die of a heart attack at 40, you are free to write that on my headstone.)
#2- best service ever, when they know you & aren’t on the dope, hardcore.
#3- best clientele ever, best evidenced by the fact I was also at Tracks tonight, also eating nachos & also having drinks.
Which you know already, because we’re tweeting about it, but your readers don’t, so I’m rambling senselessly about it. Did I mention I had drinks tonight?
I’m glad we got to spend time together again outside of the blogosphere. Just you wait, lady, we’ll have to see each other more when the sun emerges.
I think I figured out why “twitter” makes me think of “queef.” It is because “twitter” sounds like “twat.” Whew…Glad that is cleared up.
Try the marvelous chicken sandwich next time you’re there. It’s awesome.