...at 2am is the ONLY good thing about London. Having to stand around a bunch of drunken inbred dance club hoppers while waiting for said kabob was a test of patience I do not want to endure again.
But DAMN, that was a good kabob. Served up w/ chips so hot they scalded my hand through the paper cone.
Back at home after 16 hours of travel enjoying a bowl of my wife's vegetable soup. My wife rocks.
But DAMN, that was a good kabob. Served up w/ chips so hot they scalded my hand through the paper cone.
Back at home after 16 hours of travel enjoying a bowl of my wife's vegetable soup. My wife rocks.