I haven't been to the Faultline since construction began- usually the line is soooo long. But since everyone, including my self, got stuck in marathon gridlock, I got in!
Zac Spears charged me 3.25 for a 1 dollar beer! I was peeved!
I thought that with one headlight out I should not drive from E-Ho to We-Ho without some stuffin' I set out along Normandy headed north to Hollywood with the intention of goin to the Thai place by Bangluck. But- YOU GUESSED IT- ran headlong into Zankou chicken!
It was a Jonathan Gold moment of reverence, peace and gristle. There was a pasty church group sharing pita and a grungy rock band crammed onto a four top waiting for their number(s). And me and the neighborhood.
I was delighted and I got home safe. And I wanted to express my gracious gratitude to you all for typing Zankou so many times that it registered in my floozy, cruisy brain.
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