September 20, 2010 § 1 Comment
Your friend promises you that this place is real. He found it, he says, after quite a raucous night of eating a bit too much barbecued pork, and drinking just a bit too much sweet-potato wine. In fact, it is all he has talked about for weeks and if he could only remember exactly where it was, he asserts that you will not be disappointed.
The problem is, he can’t remember there being a sign on the door, and regardless, he never did find out what the place was called.