We thought we were in the twentieth century: post-modern aluminum rafters calling to our space-age fantasies. AAHHHH water, where is it? Well wine would do. uh oh BYO. It's a new saying. Aren't we cool? We went next door to buy a chardonnay, cheap merlot, and of course a classy merlot for MS. LIZ witdA dope EYELASHES! PAssing around the cheap wine, I realized that Michelle would probably have a grenadine accident in the kitchen later on. Oh well, no point in stressing about the future. The green olives soaked in garlic and oil tasted like a veritable piece o'Spain sans the pits. The Calamari en su tinto (in its own ink) was darn good as heck, as were the clams with lemon. People were raving about the fried calamari, though nobody offered me a taste. "Tortillas" contrary to popular belief, are omellettes in the Spanish culture (quiche); the vegetABLE ONES WUZ GOOD-- people seemed satisfied with these and they ressembled fried ufos. North side was seduced and ravished by salmon while the South fell to the chickens. We done liked them. Side note: the "Haley butt filet " makes us confused 'cause wir thought it came von oustershpace. Ach! meine liebe LATINA fraulein, du bist so schon und gustig! Gift mir ihr liebe. This is a very nice neighborhood restaurant that any power player could understand. Unfortunately, Trixie is having tummy trouble and she's not sure why... "This is the real thing, Jim"

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