Friday night: Impell's with the little lady. Small Italian sausage, pep, and tomatoes for Dad. Small pep for the child. Breadsticks for an app. Two Peronis for Dad and a pink lemonade for her.
A+, per usual. Operator error on my behalf as the pink lemonade had her JACK3D until I finally wrestled her down around 10:30. Christ...
Saturday night: Porcini with some friends. Split a pie at the bar. I mean, that's honestly some of the best za in town, really. Drank a thousand Miller Lites. Met Drew Deener :thumbsdown:. Ended up at Patrick's [thumb2].
Sunday night: Lass demanded Jet's. Pep and black olives. Disappointing effort there, candidly. Overcooked. Cheese would completely slide off with a single bite. A long ways from unseating my Papa if you want to be my pizza delivery go to, candidly.