I really don’t like the pork chop. It’s more like a ham chop. It tastes really cured. Their fried chicken on the other hand is one of the best in so cal
The title of this thread reminds me that every time I think of Charlie and his reported escapades with his posse…I think of the “Hangover” franchise of movies.
:X Just went to a bachelor party with a few ex-ASU football players in April. Thought it’d be a Hangover level rager. Ended up not being nearly as crazy as I thought it’d be .
Of course I will not name names, but I did have a very very close friend of mind that we indeed lost on his Bachelor party. No lie. And we even had him shackled with a real ball and chain made of steal links and a 5 pound ball. What he did that it I wil never know. None of us know.
Well the bachelor’s brother got really drunk, called his dad to pick him up (even though his dad was in LA and the party was in arizona). His dad said no (obviously) so he packed up a suitcase and just walked out of the hotel at 4am. We found him around 7am sleeping next to a dumpster at a hotel 3 blocks away. But that wasn’t all that exciting, just something to make fun of
But where’s the punch line? How did you conduct the Baptism class after all this?
I have had variations on this in New York a few time. Bumping into Michel at PDH always generates too much wine. And the. There was the time there were three tables of us at Rothmann’s.