But I tell you what: It’s finally beginning to feel like summer and I would give my left batwing to find a place to have moules mariniere, pomme frites and Duvel on a patio in this town.
My Outdoor Drunken Debauchery Society needs a grand kick-off, and I can’t think of anything better’n that.
Hopleaf. That is all.
ZOMG I WAS JUST ABOUT TO SEND YOU AN EMAIL REQUESTING YOUR PRESENCE AT SAID ESTABLISHMENT THIS WEEKEND!
So, yeah, you free?
*snif* No! I am going to be surrounded by hippies at Bonnaroo.
Damn. That was not the picture I should see this morning. I’m now starving.
K–hippies are fun, too! Sometimes. If you’re drunk maybe.
V–I know. The craving hit me yesterday and its still upon meh. Want. Moules. Mmmmmmm. WANT.
That looks good. And in white wine sauce. Perfect for dipping the frites. Glad I’ve got several Belgian establishments around here.
BTW it’s been so effin hot here, I can wait for summer.
Hmm. Not a fan of mussels, but I’ll have some frites, thanks. Can’t join you this weekend though.